You know, I’m just not sleeping well at the moment. I’m tired when I go to bed, but I can't fall asleep very easily. I think it's because I’m in this big, old house all by myself. Every noise I hear could be a burglar, every shadow a menacing threat and I feel that I have a responsibility to check it out. Normally I sleep fine, figuring that my housemates will deal with any problems, but now I’m it. I’m the last defence. So I lay awake at night waiting to see what that creaking sound was or if those drunken youths are going to hop the fence and try and break in. It probably doesn't help that I’m watching NCIS just before I go to bed. Or that I’m on the wrong side of someone on the wrong side of the law.Or that there's about 100 chickens living just a few metres away from my room.
I mowed the lawn this afternoon and cleaned out the terrapins. It's probably a shameful admission, but before coming here I’d never mowed the lawn before in my life. My folks have a gardener and my uni gardens have always been very insightfully paved over.
I don't mind mowing the lawn as such, but I hate how loud the lawnmower is and how much attention it draws. I’m on the main road opposite a building site, so there are plenty of people to stare at me. And trying to get the darn thing started in the first place, oh my word! You put the cord, pull the cord, pull the cord, nothing happens! You feel like a complete failure. It's so embarrassing. And how are you meant to get all the bits round the edge? A monkey could do a better job than me!
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