Snowberry

Yesterday the best son, as he likes to known, was mowing the lawn. He was doing an excellent job until he leaned back messing about and snapped the washing line. This led to a chain reaction of clean clothes covered in grass cuttings, we couldn't get to the fence post to replace the line so we've completely chopped down a very agressive hawthorn bush (we had planned to do this anyway just not so soon), I trod on a huge thorn and it went through my shoe and I hopped around the garden screaming like a girl,and we've had to put in two new fence panels that had gone rotten behind it. The lawn looks neat anyway.