Lawn

It's a good job JB comes to mow our lawn. If he didn't, the grass would be long enough to keep both Raoul Moat AND Gazza undercover.

Or should I say, underclover...

Anyway, the lawn is cut and Moat has perished - what more needs to be said in this blip?

Oh, I went swimming today. I imagined I'd feel weightless, but actually felt like I had a weight belt on. JB out-swam me with minimal effort.

I may look like a whale, but I float like a concrete elephant.

JB is my dad by the way, I didn't go swimming with the gardener...