This worked most times but he got sneaky and would start his mower around the corner of the house out of sight and sound, cross the pavement, sweep onto the lawn cutting a great swath of bleeding grass, spattering on the walls and windows as he passed. He was a grand man, we loved him dearly and I wish him well wherever he has travelled. But given the size of the mower and the fact that George hated using the Strimmer, this task was left to me. All areas of grass that the Monster Mower missed were mine. I demanded the Strimmer, blank looks.
People go out.
I sit around, then thought strikes me, we have two Strimmers. The old one still working and the new more powerful version. So I entered the Loft space turned the lights on and found two Strimmers. Both old and new, large and small. Each length about the same distance from a rat's mouth to its paw if it held the cable like a flute and fed it through its mouth, bit it off and repeated the action.