Watching Grass Grow.

There is a lawnmower trapped in the boot of my car. I can't get it out. Perhaps it will remain there, a slowly rusting carcass mummified in the green sarcophagus that is my car. Unlikely though. I need it to mow the lawns. Sometimes I let posts sit here for a few days to see if anyone will comment on them. Nobody ever does and yet the habit continues. Leyla the girl next door with curly hair and sunny clothes is going to spain soon for two months. I found this out by chance as she stopped to chat as she got out of her car while I was washing mine. We used to be friends once.