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Tea. Heavenly. And biscuits and cheese. I have come in for a refuel and a think.   My strimmer is not firing well.   It started first go, but sputtered and died after only a mini strim.

And all morning it has been roar into life after about twelve hefty (sweary) pulls. And work like mad for ten minutes and then have it die.   I have found a rhythm where I work for those ten, and then go away and do something completely different and then come back.

That way I managed to move all my pots back into the right location.   But it needs a service. Right in the middle of the strimming season. And even worse, it’s a cool overcast day which is about perfect for strimming. Well a perfect strimming day is when you don’t have any to do at all, but needs must.

I have been so fooled by how perfect the machine has been. But even workhorses need a bit of tlc.   Note to self – get the darn thing serviced in winter.

I’m pleased with the growth of the plants.   I almost think these beautiful eragrostis babies can go out soon.   And the gaura and some of the verbenas.   There are tomatoes having their sun kicks and must go in this weekend.   But first up I need to pot on the baby basil seedlings which have come up.

For those of you needing your daily Artur bulletin: he is still cross. Ornery. A touch of S.O.L (Maccallum and Sinclair families will know what that means).   He did perch briefly on my lap. But I was busy and trying to edge him off.   And since then he has yowled and fussed. And has now positioned himself on the one table in the potting shed where I really need to work.

I’ll leave him be until he cheers up.