I know, daunting isn't it. I'm in the process of buying a new lawnmower, mine blew up in my face. Whenever I plan peaceful garden renovations, something happens accordingly.
You see, it's a sign that you should be leaving that sort of work to someone else. Or just let nature take its course. Or (my current favourite) napalm everything.
No-can-do. Lying in the garden in summer is just about the only place and time I get some peace. I was particularly annoyed when it blew up in my face. (it= lawnmower for those following the conversation pugnatiously.) I'd went to get some tea as it had started smoking, reasoning that it would have died down by the time I sauntered back onto the grass, as these machines do. As I moved it to one side, tea in hand, it blew up in my face. I had to go back in and wash.
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Lying in the garden in summer is just about the only place and time I get some peace.
I was particularly annoyed when it blew up in my face.
(it= lawnmower for those following the conversation pugnatiously.) I'd went to get some tea as it had started smoking, reasoning that it would have died down by the time I sauntered back onto the grass, as these machines do.
As I moved it to one side, tea in hand, it blew up in my face. I had to go back in and wash.
...That blew up in my face aswell x :-)