On the level

What a fine day! Out to clean the patio only to find the O ring in the Karcher hose had split. Change of plan, pressure washer abandoned and out came the mower, after a couple of manly tugs it roared into life and the gov set off on the first cut of the year.
Meanwhile I got the Garden Furniture revival kit out and set about the bench which came up very satisfyingly wood coloured instead of the grey streaked with black that it was before I started. Then onto some nonsense after lunch. We’ve had the pump for years, bought from a garden centre in Germany on a visit to my brother. Had there been water down below it would work, having all the bits inside, but we never quite got round to having the borehole sunk to make it happen. During my digging and concrete mixing the gov put blood fish and bone on the rasps and mulched them up with her rather fine leaf mould. If I had a pressure washer I could have washed her down before allowing her back in the house.
Now tea and the paper in a sunny warm conservatory.