Son shoved a bit of rag into my mower to hold the bit that came apart together and it starts. Well, he can start it, apparently my pulling power is not what it was and I cannot get it going first time. Once it's been started I can restart it easy as but that first pull...I need to wait until someone does it for me. I re-corded the whippersnipper so edges can be done...but the main thing...Husband bought himself a toy. A massive ride-on. It has more grunt than anything else here and cuts through thick and wet grass that is higher than my knees. Brilliant machine. Yes I too had a
I on the other hand, will use the smaller *proper* mower to do around the house area and feel all virtuous while huffing and puffing and walking around pushing the ruddy thing. I will think of the chookfood and mulch that I am collecting with a smug smile every time I empty the catcher. I will whinge and bitch when I need to rake the massive about of grass that HIS! machine has cut and just left lying on the ground...Yep, the great mowing machine doesn't have a catcher, I hate that! Not really but it sounds dramatic doesn't it.
It doesn't have a catcher and there is a lot of cut grass that needs picking up but when it dries a bit I will pick it up and throw it into the chookpens. It wont take long, not worth whinging about and really not worth mentioning. I mentioned it because that is the sort of person I am...I mention things...
Son got my mower started yesterday and I mowed until I ran out of petrol but it was getting late and instead of refuelling and finishing the job I gave up...I'm hoping I'll be able to start it today otherwise I will need to wait until he, or someone with more muscle than me, comes out.
The race is on though as I want to get all the around the house area done so there can be no comments about me and my puny little mower when he gets home. And that could be anytime so I have no time for slacking off. Better go pick up the passionfruit so they don't get chopped up.