I decided to cut the grass yesterday.
In preparation I put the charger on the mower battery on Friday and kicked the tyres. All seemed fine so I left it for a few hours in anticipation of a trouble free session on the meadow the following day.
So yesterday I kicked the tyres again [you can’t be too sure?] and fired up the mower. It sounded very sick but I managed to get it going. Off I went……
The mowing went remarkably well if it weren’t for the mayhem and mass slaughter of frogs. There were dozens of them and the little buggers insisted on waiting until the last second before hopping out of the way. I kept slamming on the brakes but sadly many didn’t make it in time. I just hope they don’t bring a case of genocide against me.
I was nearly finished when I discovered why the steering was a bit stiff – a fucking tyre was flat again and I had been driving on the rim. Fuck!
Now the mower is quite old – at least thirty years – and is badly in need of a service. It must have done at least twenty miles by now?
But therein lies the problem.
Getting the engine serviced is straightforward but it also needs a new battery and I might as well get tubes for the tubeless tyres while I’m at it. But it also needs a new bit – the pan that covers the blades has rusted away and that is going to make a very nasty dent in the nest-egg.
So do I fork out and get all those things fixed? Apart from the rusting pan and the battery it’s in great nick and should be good for another ten miles at least.
Or do I do a royal fuckit and go for a new mower? Tractor mowers aren’t cheap and the cheapest [decent] one I could find is still over two grand. Fuck! That’s a shed load of cash.
Or do I buy an ordinary motor mower and just confine myself to cutting paths through the meadow and leave the rest grow wild. The frogs would go for that option no doubt.
Or do I just give up and let the cat and Penny get lost in the long grass and make visitors to the back of the house wade through waist-deep wet grass?