Something for the Weekend: Introducing 'The Beast'
A couple of weeks ago and completely out of the blue NAH and I had one of those milestone kind of conversations:
NAH: There's a petrol mower for sale at B&Q for under a hundred quid
Me: @!#% a petrol mower?
NAH: Yes, for under a hundred quid
Me: But we've got the push pull mower!
NAH: This one will cut the grass
Me: So does the push pull and it doesn't use any fuel
NAH (in a small voice): I'm not getting any younger dear...
Flashback to the last time the allotment was mown: our understanding is mowing is the sole help I get from NAH. We bought the push pull mower second hand and from time to time he'd sigh and go a-mowing, with very ill grace. Often on his own too - best to keep a safe distance. But last time we'd gone together as I was behind in my other tasks, as usual. After a while the reassuring gentle whirring of the mower slowed and then stopped. NAH was nowhere to be seen. I stormed up the plot where I found him slumped in the car looking rather grey around the gills and my temper turned to concern. After a barrage of tests the diagnosis is NAH has high cholesterol and a touch of the Tony Blairs about him. It's not life threatening, but enough of a warning that lifestyles have to change and we need to look after ourselves a bit better.
So The Beast took up residence in our garage last weekend. Whilst I'd prefer not to have a petrol guzzling mower on environmental and noise grounds (plus a completely irrational fear that the house will catch fire if we keep fuel on the premises), I do prefer (and love) having my husband around for a whole lot longer. And guess what? Now there's a power tool involved, NAH mowed the allotment last weekend without me having to ask him :)