What a Monday.  This morning, before we had even stepped out of the house, Gnome had said rather aptly (with great humour intended):

“The equipment on the farm works according to the planetary day of the week.”

He started off with the chainsaw and it refused to start.  He even cleaned up the spark plug to make sure. In the end, he told me that the Primer Bulb had broken…I have to say that statement meant absolutely nothing to me….

Next, he started using the weed-eater and it kept losing power and cutting out.  Gnome finally inspected it and thought that there were carbeurator issues (again that statement just went over my head).  When he was trying to open the weed-eater  up, the drill bit broke:

On top of all of this, the crate (which was a make-shift “work-top” suddenly broke!

We finally decided at 9am to “call it a day” because everything was done broke.  I did not want to tempt fate by asking him to get the brush-mower out!  I was even eyeing up the huge pile of laundry and sorely tempted to switch on the washing machine.  Having thought about it for a few seconds, I finally said to Gnome,

“Ok Gnome! I think I get the message.  Let’s take it easy!”

And so we did…just because of the unfortunate conjunction of the stars!

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