Lending a Strimmer

She was a friend of a friend of a friend. She was awaste management system of the town, giving
sole parent, living in a tidy looking suburban house in aexamples of extortionate prices for collecting garden
rural town. I'd been introduced to her at a gatheringwaste.
of friends a week before and we discovered weI nodded, not necessarily in agreement, but to
lived only a mile from each other, and for someindicate agreement and a need to get on with the
reason the conversation turned to gardening. Herjob for I had a whole load of other things to do that
front lawn was manageable I remember her saying,day and I had hoped this would be a five minute job.
but the back was overgrown and the tool she'dAs it happened it was more of an hour job. But the
bought just wasn't up to the job. So I offered tostrimmer was up to it. It cut away everything that
lend her mine.she did not want to be there. I offered afterwards
My strimmer was a year old and very versatile withto get my lawnmower for the grass, but this was an
regard to what it could quite thoroughly cut awayoffer I didn't whole-heartedly want to her to take up
from the thickest grass to nettles and brambles. Her's- more an act of courtesy. Thankfully she said she
was, by her account, a bit weak and just about ablehad her own, with a trace of defensiveness as if I
to cut a little grass round the edges of the lawn,was implying she had no idea about garden tools.
which as I found was barely visible thanks to theI felt a bit embarrassed because I had not
vegetation that had sprung up where nicely cut grassconsidered she might just have wanted to save a bit
should have been.of cash by getting a second hand, and rather
So I set out on a Sunday morning carrying theinadequate strimmer. She showed it to me in the
strimmer a mile up a quiet road to her house. Thegarden shed. It was evidence enough that she really
day felt fresh, and the sun rays lent a great, steadydid need to think about getting a quality tool.
green to the foliage swaying in the late spring breeze.A cup of tea later and I was on my way. It is odd
Her house, from the outside, looked immaculate. Isometimes how for little reason at all apart from
knocked on the door, to be greeted by an array ofhuman kindness that you offer to help a half-known
children, and what looked like a fairly chaoticstranger to do some garden work. Maybe I just like
household. She made me a cup of tea first, beforedrinking tea.
going on to list a load of issues she had with the