Is it just me or is there a movement among lawnmowers or even worse lawnmower manufacturers, to make the task more difficult. The thought that the hardware has taken on a life of its own and then recruiting their creators to work as agents for them is a nightmare, much more than I can handle.
This year after 18 years faithful service my old Flymo has died, given up the ghost. What a wonderful chance to spend some money on a machine, at last an excuse to go into B&Q to indulge oneself as well as a chance to look at all the other big boys toys. I had such great fun, I even made a choice, coughed up and enthuisiastically brought home my new lawn mower.
So there I was in the garden on a lovely warm afternoon with my acquisition and reallity sinks in, the acquisition is horrendous, it doesn't cut, it breaks the grass, it doesn't hover, you have to force it forward and then drag it back. What have I done, that hard worked for money has just been thrown away, and I have before me the prospect of a summer of hard graft. Oh dear how I miss the old flymo, OK it didn't collect the grass, but then the new one doesn't, often it falls out instead of efficiently collecting it.
How can a a piece of machinery get away with filling me with such dred, cutting the lawn isn't exactly my favourite occupation, but now I have visions of the back garden becoming a grassland until we move, and then the mower will be transferred to Broadstairs and its powers will be harnessed and with a bit of luck paralysed by the warm salty damp atmosphere--I definately have plans for that machine, its demise is definately on its way!
judgement is coming followed by lawn mower hell.
Phil
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