It is now officially spring here which means that lawnmowers are out in force cutting the lawns and various random patches of grass in Nantes.
This morning their area of attack was the lawns of my residence and I was woken by them at 11h12 this morning. After a 5-minute debate with myself over whether or not shoving my head under the pillow would stifle the sounds enough to let me get a little more sleep, I decided it was probably more pragmatic and I got up and rolled up the window curtain. Whatever latent hostility I may have held toward the yard men and their lawnmowers disappeared when the smell of freshly cut grass hit my nostrils.
Small things, small things.
This morning their area of attack was the lawns of my residence and I was woken by them at 11h12 this morning. After a 5-minute debate with myself over whether or not shoving my head under the pillow would stifle the sounds enough to let me get a little more sleep, I decided it was probably more pragmatic and I got up and rolled up the window curtain. Whatever latent hostility I may have held toward the yard men and their lawnmowers disappeared when the smell of freshly cut grass hit my nostrils.
Small things, small things.
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