I SPENT all of my last week's holiday developing a new garden on a recently acquired plot of land.
For seven days I toiled and the last job was to lay a lawn. I scattered the seed, made some plastic scarecrow bows and waited for it to germinate.
After a couple of weeks the grass came through and immediately it became the home for a pesky mole.
A run and hill appeared, really sickening me off. Now, not wanting to harm the little thing, I didn't feel inclined to poison or trap it, so I took up a suggestion that the gubbins from a musical card should be placed in the run.
I dug out an old Christmas card, stuck the mechanics into a plastic bag and shoved it into the soil.
Within 24 hours the non-stop carols had driven the blighter away.
On second thoughts poison might have been less painful. The din was enough to make anyone pack their bags and go.
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