That's right. I know, I'm a spoilsport, but as we enjoy another ridiculously warm and sunny November day I want you to understand that there is a price to pay for all this. Yes, the grass has to be cut in November.
This weekend when I should have been holed up in my living room watching miserable sports fans on t.v. and miserable passing pedestrians wrapped up against the rain, wind and cold all I could see were people in tee shirts and the occasional light cardigan. What fun is there in that? And, to top it off, I had to cut the grass in November. Dreadful.