Lawn

So John is still working on his paper(s?) leaving me alone all day to try and entertain myself. His ploy has worked because I decided to try and mow the lawn.

Factors working against me:
Floppy British grass
Very long grass that was neglected all winter
Damp
Our crappy man(or, in this case, woman)-powered push mower
The dull blades on said mower

I managed to sort of cut almost half of it (remember our garden is not that large) before I had to give up due to exhaustion and frustrations. The biggest problem was that clumps of grass would get caught in the mower and the blades would stop turning. I would pull out the grass clumps only to catch more on the next push of the mower. Either John will have to do the rest or I'll attack it little by little over the next few days.

While I was outside I noticed pieces of John's hair from when I cut it back before our road trip. I guess neither the winds nor the birds wanted it. At least I did a better job cutting John's hair than I did cutting the lawn (John had better agree, or else!).