Typical.
Grrr, grrr, grrr. Moan, moan, moan. Just when I need lots of catch-up sleep, THEY (gardeners who tend the communal gardens around our road), decided to cut down all the overgrown grass at the back of our house.

Why couldn't they do it last week or any other time when I haven't been here? Do they have to do it at the crack of dawn on a Monday morning when I am muchly sleep deprived? Also, I really like the long grass because it is, or it was :(, like a mini-nature reserve with butterflies and bees. So, what's happened to all the lovely insects now?

Have they been chopped up by the hedge-trimmer-type-thing, or have they moved underground, or flown away to a happy new home?