... in this case it was a woman – me!
I bought us a Christmas present: a brand new mower. Isn’t she lovely?
Our old one was so old and temperamental that only df could get it to work. And he wasn’t around. And the grass was very long.
I did think about getting a goat… but reason prevailed and I bought the mower. She is lovely, isn’t she? And she purrs like a baby… hmm… something wrong with this analogy … babies don’t purr.
Oh well, you get the idea?
There she was purring away and before I know it I have a catcher full of shorn grass. Wow!
And look at the result. Can you see the lovely straight tracks I made? You can, can’t you?
Anyway, I can see them and I’m happy. Result!