The city’s lawn mowing programme continues to amuse, but mostly bemuse.

There’s a large triangular grass traffic island bounded by Vale and Chapel streets, and a grove of trees and large grass area running adjacent.

An army of contractors and mowers, and the ubiquitous ‘men at work’ safety truck move in and mow the island but leave the rest. It looks like, and is, a job half done.

Then perhaps two or three weeks later the contractors mow beneath the trees and leave the island. The place never looks, and never is, tidy and finished. And if we’re paying them to do the job, perhaps they could do it properly.

In my view the mowing is once over lightly, patchy, ugly and the edges are never done. There’s no pride. Remember guys, we have to look at it every day.

Perhaps we could call in the secretive farmer who turned the ugly unmown Te Puna traffic island into hay bales? Or why don’t we fence the island and bring in a few sheep?

I Goldsmith, Bureta.