There's nothing quite like a well-manicured lawn to set the day off right. And there’s equally nothing better than seeing someone going to the time and effort of cutting a lawn. Now, have all that happen, and someone has cut your lawn, and you didn't expect it, the day becomes so good, it’ll have tweety birds and everything. This is in the same mythical universe where someone will turn up and magically cut your lawn, for no obvious or apparent reason than they feel like it. Welcome to my world.
For some unknown reason, some person or persons unknown have turned up, mown the lawn, trimmed the hedge, swept up the leaves, and even neatly cut the edging around the bricks on the edge of now neatly cut lawn. It’s better than a kick in the teeth by a blind horse
Who are these people? Is this in some way connected to the theory that for every force, there is an equally and opposite force? Just as the lawn grows, so someone will want to come in and trim it? It’s all most curious.
A partial answer has come from the chap who has sold us the hovel. He says that for the past 15 years, ever since they built the town houses, someone has consistently turned up religiously to do the garden. They’ve never asked for money, no bill have ever been produced, and no one has ever spoken to, nor least seen, these people.
It remains a mystery as deep as UFOs, Telekinesis, the Bermuda Triangle, and the Loch Ness Monster.
