Lawnmower Man
Elizabeth November 7th, 2007
I had the worst trouble falling asleep last night. Tim and I went to bed stupidly late, so we were both dead tired, but I just couldn’t drop off. I was restless and overtired and the more I tossed and turned the crankier I got about not being asleep yet. Plus, I kept waking up Tim and I was starting to worry that he would smother me with my own pillow if it meant that he got some peace.
So in an act of self-preservation I took myself to the couch, grabbed another doona, and miraculously fell asleep straight away! I didn’t wake until this morning when Tim, presuming that I had packed my things and left him in the middle of the night, came out to make coffee. He woke me up, I scowled, and took myself off to bed for another hour’s sleep.
You should see me first thing in the morning - Tim can confirm that I am a thing of beauty.
It wasn’t until I finally emerged for breakfast that I looked outside and noticed that our lawn had been mowed sometime during the morning. Tim didn’t notice either, until I called him over and showed him the proof.
So somehow our mower guy managed to drag his lawnmower down the narrow path at the side of the house, right beside Tim’s head, and slam 2 gates without being heard. He then started up the whipper-snipper and mowed the backyard 10m from my head without waking me. Or my ferocious, snarling guard dog.
I now wonder if we have teenagers raiding our fridge and watching our TV in the middle of the night.
