Thursday 22 April 2010

Dear Gordon Brown.............

Here are some more scrappage ideas for you........

* Petrol mowers for gardens; please deal with this one before I wrap my neighbour's around his big fat neck...........I am trying to persuade MrL to get rid of his too - hate the noise, the fumes, the pollution, the fossil fuels used, the dumping of old/broken ones. I am going to get out my push one this year, and if he won;t use it, then I will. Dig up the lawn and grow flowers and vegetables there; let the grass grow long for the butterflies and isnects, then make hay; trade them in for push mowers

*Soup making machines (see post below) - trade them in for a saucepan and wooden spoons and a good knife

*Noisy screaming motorbikes - crush them and turn them into more buses

*Huge ugly polluting tractors - treat them all to horses and wagons

Thankyou, I will expect imminent favourable results.


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Can you tell I'm having a bad day ? LOL ;)

4 comments:

Julie said...

Particularly agree about the mowers bit! Tried to sit out and knit one afternoon last week and first one neighbour had his water pressure thingy going for over an hour; then another one joined in with a mower followed by half an hour of strimming (its not even a big lawn *sigh* ) By the time hubby came home I was ready to move all of us to a remote corner of the county with No Neighbours....

And scythes are the way forward ;-) http://www.thescytheshop.co.uk/ We've got one of these and they're great for grass!

Julie
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MrsL said...

We've got a couple too, Julie; and the goats to eat the hay :)

Rowan said...

Couldn't agree with you more! The sun has only to peep through the clouds and some idiot is out with a mower or strimmer or something else to ruin the peace. And loving the heavy horses as I do I'm all for bringing them back into farming.

Olly said...

Its not so much the mowers or the strimmers that bug me. Whenever we get a bit of sunshine some half brained peanut decides to light a bonfire which they leave smoldering away for days. Not only does this mean that no one else can sit in their gardens because of the stink but you cant put your washing out! Then to add salt to the wounds they play their radios at full blast so they can hear them over the din while they vaccum out their cars. Whatever happened to just sitting in the sun and soaking up the rays - quietly and without being a pain in the proverbial to anyone else?