Posted: 04/06/2013 at 01:01
First time I've managed to get on, been busy in the garden and applying for jobs (fingers crossed something comes of that).
My Sunday went something like this:
Got up and got kids up and dressed. Shouted at OH and sent kids up to pester him until he got up.
Got OH to open up garage and retrieve strimmer. No fuel in. Some swearing happened, OH 'persuaded' to go and get some fuel. Search through all cars for the 2 stroke oil. Oil says refer to manufacturers instructions for dilution ratio. More swearing. Internet. Dilution apparently 1:50. OH guesstimates amount, and overdoes it. Before filling the rotovator with mixture which is a 4 stroke engine, so that's now smoking like a chimney. More swearing.
Over the road to do some strimming of the front garden before the neighbours complain. Find dead rat (probably from the farm at the back). More swearing, picked up with the cultiweeder and deposited in bin. About a third of the front done, strimmer off, use cultiweeder as a pitchfork to clean up and deposit in green bin. Can't re-start strimmer, even though it's a ergo-start. Well, it starts, but anything above idle and it cuts out. More swearing. Back over road to OH, swearing from both of us. Fixed (after a fashion, have to start at full throttle then ease off).
Back over road to finish job. Two more passes and I discover there are actually bluebells where originally a flowerbed - one is white, so either spanish or hybrids. Manage not to chop their heads off. Weeds growing at front and sides of house get chopped off. Everything in green bin (jumping up and down a bit on contents to get it all in).
Back over road to tackle tall grass in back garden (stopped being a lawn years ago). Only did one pass as I disturbed some frogs, and as I dislike cleaning up chopped frog, stopped at that. More swearing at daft frogs. Some weeding (crikey, found some daffs that think it's March). Another green bin full. Tired. More swearing as no tea ready and no beer in house, let alone in the fridge. Made tea, bathed kids, unearthed a bottle of wine, caught up with some NCIS, Bed.
Yet more swearing when I got up this morning and tried to move.
Tidy front garden though!