On the way back from a lunchtime shopping trip whilst walking through Lincoln’s Inn Fields we spotted on the grass (or what’s left of it), a strange and small-wheeled device going up and down. “What the xxxx?” we thought to ourselves.
After a minute of two of head scratching a stranger joined us and both we tried to work out what the hell it was. Was it some sort of TV comedy show stunt? Mobile broadband? Or was it an alien sussing out the area?
After five minutes we came to the conclusion it was probably a robotic lawnmower. The thing on wheels then made a beeline for us. We were waiting for it to say something like “You have 20 seconds to comply” or “Smile you’re on Candid Camera” (in a 1970’s robotic type voice) but it just flashed a couple of lights on its body in recognition (above) then went on its way.
What the hell is the world coming to? Please don’t tell us we’ll soon be doing away with council gardeners and just be left with the robots. Who’ll drink the endless cups of tea and eat egg and bacon sarnies in the park hut? Who’ll be selling the old spring bulbs the council throw away come summer and who’ll wear the donkey jackets and steel-capped boots? Please people rise up, save the council worker!
