Short back & sides.

At last, a sunny day to do some gardening chores. J decided the back lawn needed a cut. So after a lot of swearing about the amount of rubbish & clutter that HE had put there ( I hope our neighbour didn't hear it), the ritual of starting the mower after it's hibernation began.
He put new petrol in that he had syphoned out of one of his bikes, and it was away to go.
He tried to show me how to start it by pulling some cord rope . I had more chance of pulling a toy-boy or a muscle than starting that dam thing.
I did all the usual wifely duties, cleaning washing etc etc. What an exciting day.