I grew up in the countryside. We had about 2000 m² of grounds, and as I grew up, it became my responsibility to cut the grass from spring to autumn. No need to say that I hated it. It took a good part of te afternoon, and I thought I had better things to do. But I was getting paid for it, so I did it.
In Pabu, we have about 700m² of grounds, mostly grass. That’s at least 10 times what we had in Cardiff. I made the most of the sunny weather to cut the grass today. It took almost 2 hours, because it had grown quit a bit. But I am ashamed to admit that I quite enjoyed it. After a part of the day in the study, it was good to be outside, enjoying the sunshine, talking to the lady next door, and to a little girl from across the road who was playing with Jean-Baptiste and Maxime. There we are, I enjoyed being in the garden. I must be getting old.