It couldn't be that simple, could it?
No. It could not.
And.
Despite being a technician in the RAF and a geophysical engineer after that, I am quite shit at fixing things.
Which brings us to the mower.
It stopped working a few weeks back. Every no and again I took it out and tried to get it going, hoping that I would do something special and it would roar into life.
It did not roar into life.
Sometimes it coughed and then died. But most of the time it just did not start.
I will fix it. I said, optimistically.
I watched videos on YouTube, made things seem quite straightforward, but then remember who I am and my track record of fixing things.
Reluctantly I agreed to take it to to the workshop in Whitfield, so after breakfast we loaded it into the car and I drove carefully to the industrial unit.
"It's falling to pieces", the guy said. Perceptive as well as a mechanic.
And:
"Where is the air filter?"
I have no idea, but it would have to be found or a replacement found before the mower can be used.
I explained the issue and said the injector thing was blocked through contaminated fuel.
No, its not he said.
Leave it with me.
Back home I comb the lawnmeadow for sign of the filter and its housing.
No sign.
After lunch he calls, so we go back. Fuel deteriorates quickly after a few weeks, and one of the things old fuel forms is a kind of waxy deposit.
The Carburettor and system were cleaned. All lose bolts, tightened, and filled with fuel that does not go "off".
We pay the man, load it back in the back of the car and drive home.
The mower is put back in the shed, and we retire to the patio for mint julips so to avoid a touch of the vapours.
Vapors.
When we returned, the beer that was going to be delivered between half five and half six, was already here. I put two bottles in the fridge.
And that was the day.Chorizo hash for supper, along with a bottle of one of the new beers.
We have a heatwave, with it getting hotter over the weekend.
We have more beers.
Cheers.
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