It would have been better to stay in bed....

There are days where you think it might have been better not to bother.....

Bright and early lovely day and children to school.

Not Gwion, he was unwell.

So anyway to garden we will go.

No, maybe not; the strimmer brought back from France had a shattered cutting head as I remembered when I got it from the trailer.

Over to the garage and the head resolutely refused to budge. Big spaners, the vice profanity, no nothing shifted it.

Leave it, so they could deploy brute force and ignorance after I left, home and get the mower out.

A bit of a struggle then noticed the man hole cover, hmmmm the drains were blocked, again.

80 foot of old fire engine hose stuffed down there, all of it, eventually 3 wonderful aromatic hours later it was clear.

Cursing myself roundly for not filling one of the fire engines with water, this would have been a "whoosh and clear" moment for a green goddess.

The smell though, mysteriously, had now backed up right into the house, the place was full of methane and the subtle perfume of weeks old cachi.

Open all the windows and let the air right through the house.

My this was going well. Management who missed all the "Fun" yesterday was really wishing she had missed this fun, all of it....

So back to the mower and the case in hand.

Finishing the mowing meant moving the caravan, a job that has needed doing for a week or two.

Time for the suspension trick on the xantia then.

Lower the suspension, to reverse in under the caravan and connect it painlessly, having first moved the clutchless 806, xantia over a bump and a curious grating noise, then diesel started running out from underneath the car ......

Oh yes this day was developing and some.

Drag it over to the hard standing and crawl underneath, something had ripped off what looked like a cooler panel underneath and pulled a pipe apart.

So underneath I went and took it all apart, patching in a bit of fuel line would repair the damage but first the old connector had to come off the pipe.

Easy to write and slightly harder to do. A whole hour harder in fact.

Done just in time to fetch the kids from school.

There was good news though, the open windows had cleared the shit smell but made the aga run backwards and the back draught filled the house with burnt kerosene smells.

So anyway on to move the caravan at last.....

This was really getting to be fun, especially when the hitch on the caravan jammed and needed furious beating with the hammer to free it, that was another 40 minutes done.

This freed the car up just in time for management to go shopping.

But of course the car had been up and down a few times on the suspension and the fuel lines were now pulled down and dangling off the bottom - again.

Back came the management and under the car I went yet again. This was starting to get boring, very boring...

She has gone now, on Tesco bent.

I have switched off my mobile and ripped the phone wires out of the wall.

If the car breaks, thats her adventure.......

Not mine.

R