I decided yesterday that the time had come to cut the grass.
I knew it was getting a tad long as it’s up to Penny’s chest now and the cat just disappears in it [but unfortunately reappears again].
So I went out to check the mower. Of course the battery was flat, as was one of the front tyres. I hauled off the wheel and after an hour or so of fighting I got it inflated again [who the fuck invented tubeless tyres?]. All I had to do then was hook up the charger to the battery and I left it to fill its boots.
I went out today to cut the grass. The fucking tyre is flat again. I know when I’m beaten so I got on the phone, found a place that does weird sized tyres and ordered an inner tube. They’ll have one for me in a couple of weeks. The dog will just have to cope and maybe the cat will ultimately get lost.
On a positive note, this is the weekend when the clocks change. We will get a whole extra hour of solitary isolation. I like to look on the positive side.
Also I managed to place an online order for groceries. I discovered that all I had to do was wait until midnight when their calendar switched to show a new day. Of course that day was all clear for orders so I grabbed a slot and put in a large order.
They’ll deliver it in three weeks time.
If we haven’t starved by then.