I mentioned to my mother that my lawn was getting out of control with all this rain and that I needed to get some kind of garden strimmer to keep it in check.
Mum: Would you not be better off getting a lawnmower?
Me: Where would I keep a lawnmower? Besides the garden is tiny, a strimmer will do won’t it?
Mum: Hold on let me ask your dad (muffled voices during which the phrase ‘what does she need a lawnmower for?’ can be heard loudly) Well dad says a strimmer would be fine, but well… do be careful.
Me: I will, I’m sure they’re not that dangerous
Mum: No, but you need to be extra careful don’t you
Me: I do?
Mum: Yes, what with you being left handed and all.
Me:...?
Mum: Because you are very left handed dear.
Me: Mum I’m sure I can cope with a garden strimmer!
Mum: Sweetheart you say that but you can’t even use a can opener.
I would like to mention at this point that she is in fact correct. Had ring-pull tins not been invented I would be living in a world without alphabet spaghetti.
Me:…Okay I’ll be careful. Bye
Mum: Bye my devil child
Hang on, devil child????? Cheers ma.
Have a good weekend folks, and I’ll try my best not to cut my feet off with a garden strimmer.
