Last year, I bought a second-hand “wheeled trimmer,” which is effectively a cross between a lawnmower and a strimmer and was brilliant. You push it along and it cuts through long grass or brambles or whatever – sadly, it was very old and eventually the part that holds the cutting cord fell apart. My friend Mike welded it for me but, after a few more weeks, it fell apart again. So I returned it to the chap I bought it from and asked him if he could get it repaired. I’ve heard nothing back and I’ve lost patience. Large parts of the garden have gone out of control and I’ve just bit the bullet and bought a new one. Wince will be thrilled when he arrives on Thursday to find it here. It’ll be delivered tomorrow and all I have to do is buy petrol. I daresay that eventually I’ll get my old one returned and I’ll sell that on again. They are marvellous machines and I didn’t know they even existed.
The local Cyder Club is having a get-together with hog roast on Saturday and we’ve been invited to a 40th wedding anniversary party on Sunday. LT and I seem to be thoroughly partied up at present, which is all to the good. We are both the sociable type and are enjoying introducing each other to our friends.