It is unlikely that my name and any of the following adjectives will ever appear in the same sentence: “precise”, “methodical”, “orderly”, “meticulous”, “fastidious”, unless of course the word “not” appears alongside. I do however have a chink in this armour of chaos, I love it when the lawn is edged. To be truthful this isn’t a regular event and I can spend months ignoring the fuzzy edge, but I do get an unfamiliar pleasure from the straight(ish) lines and renewed structure. In my experience the lawn is a sneaky beast, it slowly encroaches upon the borders, chomping away at the space, reducing prime planting land. So every now and again you have to assert your authority, reclaim the stolen land and perhaps, just perhaps, steal a few centimeters from the green invader.