In the hedge

I've given the grass its first cut tonight.

It looks good.

With Bruce Springsteen in my ear and my phone in my pocket I set off to cut my grass. I had my phone in my pocket to clock my steps as part of a work out on my app. However just as Bruce was telling me it was a long walk home a ladies voice came over to say "work out paused", when I started to walk again she interupted Bruce again to say "work out resumed".

As my grass was rather long it only took a couple of rows and I had to empty the bucket on the compost heep. This second row always fell at the opposite end of the garden to the compost heep. So, my little lady fitness guide stated "work out paused" as soon as I stopped, but it took her a while to catch on I'd started moving again, so I was usually half way down the garden again when she realised I was moving so " work out resumed" i was getting rather fed up with her interupting my hero especially after he'd been down to the river, driven all night for me and didn't want to fade away.

With all the stopping and starting the total time of my workout was 28 minutes and over 7,000 steps when in reality it took over an hou and I did more steps before my lady noticed. This was with a stop too, to rinse my face with cold water after moving my hair off my face with petrol on my hands as I filled the mower up. As I acted quickly all was fine.

Another part of cutting the grass is retreiving the footballs from the prickly hedge. We now have 3 with 2 still in the hedge!