I don't know who Pete is but I sure wish he was here yesterday. After a week of rain I had grass to cut. Lots and lots of grass to cut but I couldn't get the mower started. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
The Mister said the battery must be dead and insisted it must be replaced right this very minute so I had to wrestle the old one out (not easy) and then wrestle The Mister into the car so he could supervise the trip to the auto store. I don't speak battery so I was worried I would get the wrong one so he insisted on me packing up all his walking equipment and shoving him into the back seat. I had been up since 4 am watching the coronation so I wasn't in any shape to argue with him even though I thought it was ridiculous to do all that with him in the shape he's in.
The store people were nice enough to come out to the car and get the old battery and bring us a new one. As soon as I got it home I put it in-my first ever and............nothing. Nada. Zip. I was not happy. I gave the thing another good going over and discovered that The Mister, who had used it last, must have left the blade engaged so OF COURSE IT WOULDN'T START. Oh, well. We got a new battery and I learned how to change one out. I finally got that grass cut but I didn't get the fiber fun day I had planned for myself in lieu of the MDSW. I got a nap instead.