Sometimes it hurts my head to have so much common sense. Sometimes the obvious is not so obvious to other people.
The grass cutting team are out today. Not sure if they are Council employees, or private contractors. The work was put out to tender I believe, and changes were made to how the job would be carried out. So far all is well. The grass is being cut to a good standard and not left to grow too long. The intervals between cuts are just right.
The team are in the village this morning. There are three workers, one on the sit on mower, another carrying the strimmer to tidy up the edges, and a third was this chappie. He is carrying a petrol driven blower, generally used for blowing leaves away, but on this occasion, blowing the grass trimmings from the pavement, (sidewalk if you are across the pond), back onto the freshly cut grass.
So why am I amused? Because it's blowing a hoolie outside. The trees are bending, the hedges are dancing crazily, and the shards of grass are blowing everywhere all on their own. The chappie marched up and down the road following the mower, going through the motions and waving his tube about, to create the illusion that he was actually doing something. Did someone in the transport office look out of the window this morning.
Have a nice day. Toodle pip. ilona