My ¤&"%#)¤/# lawn mower

The damn thing has been doing it's very best to make my gardening life as miserable as possible. Last summer I hated my lawn mower with a passion. It's only fair, seeing how it obviously hated me right back. Then, over the winter, I sort of forgot the fact that it's a demonic little hellmachine. The mower, on the other hand, probably spent the winter months plotting and planing on how it could be an even bigger pain in my green thumb next year.

I mentioned yesterday that I'm not much of a housewife. Well, I'm not much of a gardener, either. Peoples neat and organized gardens are the reasons why there are so few hedgehogs left. I can't in good consicence kill sweet, little hedgehogs, now can I?

I do, however try to keep the lawn under control. But this also becomes somewhat difficult, when your trusted mower turns out to be the devil incarnate. Last week, it decided that it didn't want to work. At all. This desicion was underlined by a thick puff of smoke and a very interesting, yet unpleasant smell. I checked the spark plug (it forced me to learn what a sparkplug is!) and changed the oil and so on and so forth. I don't know ¤&#" about engines, but I checked everything that I could think of that might possibly, perhaps be wrong. Yet, the horrible little thing just stands there and does nothing.

Attacking it with the sledgehammer probably wouldn't make the lawnmower feel better, but I'm starting to think it might be fun for me...