I find myself leaning towards the idea of getting a whipper snipper, simply because I'm not entirely comfortable with the other options that I've thought up.
Crawling round on my hands and knees with a squeezy-squeezy set of hand operated grass shears makes me think of sore knees and blisters.
I don't really need either of those.
Waving some kind of bush knife, or machete might bring on tones of Indiana Jones, but from experience I could get the same result using a large butter knife, and not startle the neighbours in the process.
I could, at a pinch, hire someone to level the grass, but it's hard to find tradesfolk who are open to the offer of "My starting price is nothing". Money, money, money, it's all these people ever think about, ha ha.
So I went to the hardware store and looked at whipper snippers.
Then looked at more whipper snippers.
Then turned round and looked at the whipper snippers on the other side of the aisle.
And then I went over to the cafe and got a drink because that's a lot of whipper snippers to look at, ha ha.
The grass is still standing, and I'm no closer to making a decision, but at least I found the piece of timber that I wanted, so the day wasn't a complete write off, ha ha.
There Really are a Lot of whipper snippers, ha ha.
There's petrol driven and there's mains powered (if you don't mind borrowing every extension cord you can get your hands on) and there's battery powered (some of which come with a battery. How can that be? Don't they know the First Law of Christmas? - Batteries not included.).
So many choices...
Which is why I went to the cafe. The biggest choice you face there is which lurid, fluorescent coloured drink, with a strange name, should you choose from?
Today I feel adventurous, I shall buy a "Toffee candy apple blast surprise".
I wonder if I'll regret buying it what that will taste like...
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