Lawnmower

Mowing the lawn in random zig-zag directions is one of those little pleasures I get from being left alone in the house. I imagine my mum's freaked out face at the monstrous sight 'You do it in lines! What the hell are you doing!!?'. It took me a while to start the thing as I had never used a petrol lawn mower in my life, I was a pokeitthroughthewindowandtrynottorunoverincaseyougetan-electricshockanddie cable kind of guy but the family has recently decided to take up polluting the environment and got a motor one. It turned out you poke a squidgey red ball three times, there was nothing vaguely mechanical about, it was more of a 'Now Dorothy, you clap your red boots three times and say 'There's no place like home' ignition procedure, it was strange.

Other than learning to start a petrol lawnmower there were other pleasing things I learned about life, like that baby puffins are called pufflings and that these guys exist. (Click Link)
Ah, what a great life.







Am I the only person here who watches Flight of the Conchords?
I recommended it if you're a fan of laughing.









Short one today.
Stay handsome
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