A couple of months ago my petrol mower refused to start. Since it was a cheap-and-cheerful option that has been doing sterling service since we first moved in, I decided that it was time to wait until the end of season sales and treat myself to an upgrade. I found what I wanted at our local horticultural specialist, where I bought my chain saw, and who offer excellent service.
I arranged to collect it last Tuesday, after it had been put together, filled with fuel, and fully tested by the specialist retailer. The very nice lady there went through the operation of the machine with me (not particularly complicated, but it was all part of the service), and placed the manual in the grass box so that it wouldn’t get lost, before helping to lift it into my car.
I was keen to play with the mower as soon as I got home, and within minutes of unloading the mower from my car, the front lawn, overdue for a cut, had a nice smooth and level cut. I removed the grass box, now full of grass cuttings, to empty it. Then I remembered where the nice lady had put the manual…..
It could have been worse – I might have found it in the compost heap in several months’ time.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
