I will start with somewhat of a disclaimer: my parents are
fantastic and wonderful grandparents to our boys, but.....
As anyone who has ever lived with me would know my father, Graham, likes a tidy garden. He liked to make sure that any rental property I was in was well mowed (whether or not that be at 7am on a Saturday) and now that he has retired and I live only 10 minutes away he is even more 'dedicated'.
Now this will no doubt appear really ungrateful, but the two of them (Mum and Dad) have caused our neighbours to question the way in which we have 'enslaved' my parents. To put this into some sort of context - my parents wait until the hottest part of the day (also the time of day during which Riley has his nap) to bring over their mower and
chainsaw to do a 'spot of gardening'. Now maybe this is a bit of Catholic guilt coming in to play, but being out in the sun, in Brisbane at 1pm is not my idea of a good time to work, but as my parents are considerably older and my Dad has had heart surgery, I feel some sort of
obligation to at least stand out there and appear to be helpful.
Not helping matters is the fact that our neighbours now drop comments about our 'gardeners' and joke with them about labour costs.
Is there a moral to this story? Well, no, just that there is no sense of time when you are retired and no sense of privacy when you live 10
minutes away from Mum and Dad.