Mowing Lesson 1

Those of you who read my blog will know why I am keen to know that my wife will be OK without me.

Today I gave her her first mowing lesson. The mower is a Mountfield we bought second hand for £60 when we moved here in 1990. Every year I drag it out the shed in the spring, check the oil, clean the plug, give it some fresh petrol and pull the starter. It bursts into life. Since I bought it, mowing the grass has been my job. My wife has always said it is too heavy for her and would drag her round the garden. She couldn't get it started, but once I started it for her (much choke tickling required) she flew round the garden with it.