Over the years I have had varying sizes of back yards. In Edinburgh we had a shared garden that we hardly ever used. Especially after the Old Woman With Scissors incident. In the North East we had a Victorian terraced house whose back yard had been taken up by a garage so all we had left was a space like a large coffin. We used to fish wife on the front door step instead - much more fun. We then had houses with much bigger gardens particularly the last one and doing the lawn was a truly exhausting task; think demented gardener look.
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