Husband came over this morning. We watched the early parts of The Funeral on TV, then he went outside to cut both lawns with the small electric mower. It's the only day he could have done this, as he's working all hours from tomorrow onwards, and I'm physically unable to do it myself..
The mower only makes a quiet buzzing noise, and it takes about fifteen minutes, but a new woman who's moved in across the road came out all guns blazing and bellowed, "Haven't you any respect?"
I reckon one can mow a bloomin' lawn today without being accused by a 'Karen' of being 'disrespectful of the Queen's funeral down in London.
I merely shrugged and grunted, and she went back indoors slamming her door ferociously.