MY FIRST ROBOT !

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I never was especially interested in Robots, until the day when I was walking through a Farmer's market and felt followed by something strange. I turned around and saw a little lawn mower following me and while it did that mowed the lawn ! I had never seen such a thing and of course wanted to know a little more about it. I went to the stall and a man explained me, that I could do my shopping, watching a movie or whatever I wanted to do in the house, while outside the robot mowed the lawn. Unfortunately the price was priceless nothing for my narrow wallet and the robot remained a dream. After all I had a living robot at home to mow the lawn in form of Mr. G.

Four years went by and meanwhile, Mr. G. couldn't mow the lawn anymore for health reasons so I did it myself. It was perfectly doable because I felt in great shape. But last year I still felt in great shape but not for lawn mowing anymore, it became too hard especially when the grass grew higher because I had no time. I didn't want to do like Lady Chatterley in the novel of D.H. Lawrence . She was a young married woman (which I am not) and when she saw the new gardener she started a love affair with him. 
Love affairs for me are too complicated and I want to continue my peaceful life. Therefore I decided to stay faithful as I had always been and not to commit a sin only because of our lawn !



Instead of taking a lover I bought a robot lawn mower ! Meanwhile the prices had dropped and they became affordable to people like me. The robot is easy doesn't involve feelings I can switch it on and off and put it aside in the garden shed, which would be impossible with a lover.

The one and only day last week when the sun came out and the grass was dry I put the robot in the middle of the grass and switched it on. It purred like a cat and started to run slowly in all directions. It was quiet cold outside so Mr. G. and I closed the French doors and watched our "gardener" working. I called him Oscar. And while Mr. G. watched a movie and I answered emails on my computer, Oscar worked. From time to time I checked but Oscar wasn't finished yet. When he had decided that the grass was perfect now, he stopped. I took it in, connected it to charge the battery, Mr. G. cleaned it with pleasure and then put it back in his Ikea bag ! Since then suddenly I hear a lot about these robots from people who own one too and because they are also used to mow golf courses ! Not Oscar of course, he is too small !



Oscar at work !