It was a lovEly summeR day but the garden was rather noisy as Roger mowed the lawns. He knocked his head on a low bower, leaving the mower to carry on by itself. Roger recovered himself and caught up with the machine, turning it off. Feeling a bit shaken, he went inside to calm down. That's when he realised he needed to put more time in on defining the dower he was preparing for his upcoming wedding. He had just started when his Dad started work again as a doper on his large glider he was building in the sunlounge. The fumes from this turned the already knocked-about Roger into a dozer. Roger dreamed about his early working life as a humble gofer who had to hover near the boss's office ready to relay messages to the coder for secret onward transmission. In the dream, when he approached his boss, he bowed as if his boss was royalty. That's when he twigged it was a dream and he forced himself awake. He went back out into the garden and examined the bower. He found it was lower than he thought and upon close examination he found a set of borer insects had weakened the bow and it had partially collapsed. To make it more interesting, he put on his old boxing gloves and once again became a boxer as he pummelled the bow until it gave way completely and he could remove it and make the area safe once more.
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