The grass was long and I’d miraculously found myself looking at a sunny weekend, even in Scotland.
It was time to cut the grass.
So I dug the mower out of the shed digging underneath the piles of cardboard I’m yet to take to the dump.
But apparently, you should do as I say and not as I do because I tried to fire the bastarding thing up (petrol mower, of course, I’ve got a huge lawn to wrestle with every week) and the blade barely spun underneath and it definitely did not fire up.
If there’s one thing I know it’s how to look after a mower so I turned it on its side to take a look only to realise I hadn’t cleaned it after my last cut! Absolutely covered in dried grass all crusted around the underside.
Luckily it all scraped off and there’s nothing that WD-40 won’t fix so out came the can of that to absolutely cover the joint of the blade.
However nothing’s ever easy and I suddenly got the smell of petrol wafting over to me, looked around and it was flowing out the fuel cap.
Lesson learned, lay it back onto it’s handle if you don’t want to piss petrol all over your driveway like I did.
Luckily after all the WD-40 she fired up like a dream, a smoke-covered dream because petrol had poured over the engine but a dream non the less! I even greased up the wheels to stop the squeak that annoyed me all last summer.
And after the wife had run out to take the washing in before I belched smoke all over it I was off, the smoke stopped once all the excess had burnt away and the grass had its first cut.
Bring on spring.