When Chadwick mowed the lawn in his bare feet his mother gave him a lecture:
I don’t know how many times I have told you to wear proper footwear when mowing the lawn. Your father’s cousin lost a finger while mowing the lawn by fiddling around with the grass-catcher while the lawn mower was still running. You don’t seem to realize just how dangerous these things are. You have also left a width of long grass over there by the gate. I wish you’d take more care and do things nicely. People can see our lawn from the road and goodness knows what they think when they see the haphazard way the lawn is mowed. You wouldn’t get a job as a caretaker at a sport’s field. Also I don’t know how many times I’ve told you to use the grass-catcher. This mowing the lawn without a catcher leaves grass clippings all over the place and I get grass on my slippers when I go over to the fence to tip the used ground coffee beans into the neighbour’s. The grass is impossible to get off simply by wiping shoes on the front door mat. I have to take my shoes off and remove the grass by hand. Now since you appear to have cut off all your toes I’d better get inside and make a phone call. I hope you realize the cost of an ambulance.
A mother after my own heart.
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You have so many talents hidden away, Yvonne!
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I do like to keep my light under a whatever.
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Bruce thanks for reminding me of this true tale. Our mate T who hails from Dunedin is affectionately known as having killed the bloke next door. It seems T as a strapping young lad in the 60’s was mowing the lawn and suggested to the old bloke that he should borrow his new rotary mower (probably a Masport) (thought I should put in a plug for my old employer). The old bloke started her up and as he was used to doing, pulled the mower back towards himself ….slicing off his toes. Being a diabetic it began a slow decline, he lost his legs and then eventually his life. To this day though it wasn’t the diabetes that killed him but our mate T. You’re free to use this tale any way you wish Bruce.
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Oh dear! His life was cut short!! As a kid a brother of ,mine threw a spade over a high fence and sliced a boy’s ear clean off.
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Ear today, gone tomorrow.
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Hear Hear!
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There you go. Truth is stranger than fiction.
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If I had been wearing sneakers instead of cowboy boots I would have lost at least a couple of toes to a chainsaw.
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It pays to be a cowboy!
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Lol. Or at least wear boots!
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I know who I shan’t be putting on my list of potential handy men.
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I too have many handyman hidden talent.
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You are also not on the list.
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I have given that exact same lecture.
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I think a good number of parents have!
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The dramatic monologue is an exquisite piece of black humour not without elements of satire. This mother is a monstrous neighbour and a haggler par excellence.
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Thanks. I like her tipping the used coffee beans over the neighbour’s fence!
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Machinery makes for good killers! This poor lad has a witch of a mother – maybe now she’ll have to mow the lawn?
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That’s a good point!
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