The afternoon sun bears down on the garden. My chagrin bears down on me. I pull on track pants and an old t-shirt and head outside. In the shed, I have to re-assemble the mower handlebar first, which I had to take apart for the move. Memory. Where the hell did I put the screws? Logic. In the most obvious place, the plastic tub of garage bits. Phew. Attached to each screw is a plastic scoop-like object that is meant to attach itself to the two pieces of handlebar and hold them tightly in place. At the other end of the screw are a nut and a washer. In which order does it all go? I’ve no idea. Should have written it down when I took it apart. Shifter in hand and plenty of shits and damns. But I succeed, or so I think with pride.
Out with the mower, in with the petrol and yank on the cord. Th
