It was thAT time of the week when he knew it was going to get noisy - the cricket club was going to be cutting the grass with that ancient clapped-out old machine. He had a stack of work to get through and the noise disturbance was going to be most unwelcome. Each swath of the machine got closer and closer and he dreaded each pass of the machine. He was so relieved when it was over.
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