In which I build character

Hello everyone, it's the Vicar again! So I've been on a bit of a binge lately, that binge being unhealthy sleeping habits... School's over though and I don't have much to do, so I'm indulging in it for a week. Until Monday in any case. I'm actually really tired right now, but I don't want to go to bed.

So today was both busy and uneventful. I slept in till 11AM and spent the day mostly on the internet. Then I had to mow the lawn. Why do we even have lawns? I just don't understand why they exist. Why do we mow them? It's not like anyone spends time in the lawn. Also. Ticks. What is wrong with this country? The final icing on the cake is how I mowed the lawn. My dad came into my room last week and this is what he said to me, he said, "Vicar, I've got great news! I bought a working mower, so you don't have to cut the grass with scissors!"

Well, I suppose when you put it like that...

So I went out to the garage to see my new set of wheels. On what tractor will I be sweating my summer away? What are the possibilities of coming in first as I race down the back-roads in horribly dangerous illegal lawnmower derbies?

These are the questions that were racing through my mind as I opened the garage bay. Parked between my dad's vintage Mustang, and my mum's Lexus, was my new ride. Sleek. Shiny. Sexy. A brand new Honda HRR216PKA.

That's right. My shiny new ride is a push mower. It took me two and a half hours to mow the whole lawn, front and back. My dad, in another burst of wisdom told me "It builds character".

I just hope the summers don't get too hot here.

And my throat hurts. It looks like I'm coming down with something. Fantastic.

This is the Vicar, signing off.