....that EVERY FLAMING YEAR its the same.
You know of what I speak, you know you do.
I refer to the recalcitrant and miserable mowing machine.
One expects it to be reasonable as it has had a nice long rest since last October.......but would the ruddy thing start? No!
It demands a payment in terms of:
A wrenched shoulder, a ricked back, 4 new and previously unspoken swear-words and deprecations towards its parenthood.
Even this was not enough this year, the ruddy thing is upping the ante.
In the end I had had enough of this nonsense so I resorted to pulling the air-filter off and giving it a face-full of queasy-start.
Grass cutting resumes after a spot of luncheon.
You know of what I speak, you know you do.
I refer to the recalcitrant and miserable mowing machine.
One expects it to be reasonable as it has had a nice long rest since last October.......but would the ruddy thing start? No!
It demands a payment in terms of:
A wrenched shoulder, a ricked back, 4 new and previously unspoken swear-words and deprecations towards its parenthood.
Even this was not enough this year, the ruddy thing is upping the ante.
In the end I had had enough of this nonsense so I resorted to pulling the air-filter off and giving it a face-full of queasy-start.
Grass cutting resumes after a spot of luncheon.