I can;t help starting with a feeble joke which I was reminded of when I typed in the header. Many years ago somebody published a list of incongruous book titles, one of which was 'Mowing the Lawn' by The Duke of Edinburgh.
As to my lawn - when I went out after lunch to take Tess for her walk I passed my gardener at the top of my road. I thought he would perhaps progress on to me and mow my lawn which urgently needs doing. No such luck - he has disappeared. But at least it has given me time to go out and take a photograph of the delightful weed which takes over the lawn when it is ready for mowing. It is Bird's Foot Trefoil (as kids we called it 'Lady's Fingers) and each time it happens I wish I could leave my lawn and let it become a mini wild flower meadow (there are various other wild flowers in it too). But most of the other lawns on the road are of bowling green standard so I daren't let standards slip.
I took Tess to the vets and the vet thinks she has somehow strained her jaw (very common apparently). She has given her a pain injection and also tablets for a few days when we will review the situation. As to her 'lump' it has not grown at all and doesn't appear to be causing her a problem - in fact the vet (a different one from last time) suggested it just might be a fatty lump. That would be really good news -. On the vet's suggestion - as Tess has had nothing to eat or drink for two days - I called and bought some ham, cut it into small pieces and put it on a plate. It disappeared in the twinkling of an eye - surely a good sign?