Today marks a very proud moment for me.
Several years ago a neighbour and I needed new lawn mowers. We have small lawns so rather than buy two we bought one for shared use. Every year we have the mower serviced by a man who does this sort of thing.
The man has retired. For some weeks, nay months, we pondered what to do? Could we find another man.
Eventually I said to my friend and neighbour we are two retirees with a combined age of 133 years. How hard can it be to service a mower? We also agreed to sharpen the blade, a task I offered to undertake as my friend felt he wouldn't be able to do this.
We met on an agreed day and removed the blade. My friend then muttered something about needing to do things in the house.
Now I'm sure you all recall that inept would be a very kind description of my mechanical abilities.

I decided to plough ahead and not only sharpened the blade but serviced the mower.
I cut the grass today. For the first time in years it doesn't look as though it was present at the Battle of Little Big Horn. The engine runs beautifully.
I have discovered there is a right and wrong way up to install a mower blade.
I did not need to visit A&E.