The first hint of sun and the curse of suburban life is hauled into action - the lawnmower. People with barely enough room to hang out their washing, powering up their petrol mowers, smoking and decibeling us all indoors. And those with tiny electric mowers powerful enough to cut four blades a minute, hacking around their gardens for what seems like hours. What a racket!
Right, now where did I leave my strimmer? ...
