So, here’s what happened.
I got a new lawn mower. Took WINZ phoning me 5 times, cos I wasn’t gonna give up.
My new section is over 700m2. I am little. 5’1”, 70kg. And old – nearly 50. And sometimes I walk with a stick, cos life is hard, and so is sciatica.
My new section is lumpy and bumpy, with long grasses and short grasses and holes and areas so spongey it feels like you’re a walking on 6 foot of moss. There’s a gradual incline – not too scary, but enough to stop a tiny Woman.
WINZ wanted me to get a cheaper mower. A smaller mower. A second-hand mower. A refurbished mower.
And eventually they gave up.
My mower wasn’t expensive, you understand. And they don’t buy it for me. I do have to pay the money back.
But I got my 4-cylinder self-propelled mower in the end. Cos I’ll never be younger, stronger, bigger, or healthier than I currently am. And their argument didn’t make sense. So, ya know…
Anyway, I got it home, then it snowed, rained, hailed, massive frosts.
Then the sun came out, apparently. During this two-day event my son and I had the worst case of gastroenteritis I’ve ever encountered, but I have to believe the rumour that the sun was actually there.
Today was the day. I finally opened the box. I had no idea that when you buy a new lawnmower, you actually have to build it yourself.
So, today I built a lawnmower. Then I fuelled it and oiled it and mowed about a quarter of my grass.
An I gotta say, it feels like a job well done. Will take another hour and mow another quarter tomorrow.
If the snow holds off.