Tug Of War

Some days, it feels like we are having a déjà-vu experience. We went to the summer house, which is nice, to mow the lawns, which is a necessary evil, in my opinion, and the lawn mower wouldn't start. Again! Mum nearly had a nervous breakdown. But it worked out, she borrowed one from our kind neighbour, and the repair man will come out and fix it next week. Again.

As if that wasn't enough, two more noisy, smelly machines with an unpredictable moving pattern were in operation. This was one of them. I do everything I can think of to get mum away from the beasts disrupting our holiday, preventing her from spending quality time with me. I fight them. I bark at them. I steal mum's working shoes. I run away with her equipment. A hard day's work, all in all.