I walked early this morning and after breakfast was still feeling in a *get out there and do it* mood so got he whippersnipper out again. It wouldn't start so I filled it up with what I think is the right fuel...did a bit but then ran out of stringline stuff. My hands aren't working well enough to reline it so I decided to mow instead. There is still heaps of that to do and I wanted a path into the shade area lower than the foot and a half grass everywhere else...Did the path bit and started on some of the foot and a half grass...Not long afterwards there was a bang, another bang, some smoke...I turned the mower off and can see that *something* has come apart. HoHum, back away with that too.
I have come in for a coffee before I start clearing out the chook sheds
and getting half of the big tank garden ready for some plants. The
snakes will have somewhere to hide until
A. My hands work better.
B. The son or daughter come out and reline the WS. or
C. Husband gets home and fixes the mower or relines the whippersnipper for me....
being a useless old tart has it's dawbacks but really, the gardens do
need to be done, stuff does need to be planted so this is probably a
good thing. It will get me doing what needs doing most first and the
mowing will get done...another day.