I had a brilliant idea, I would hire a little digger and flatten part of the garden that has been driving me mad.
When I mow the grass, it normally takes 2 to 3 hours, if the mosquitos attack me while I am cutting the grass, it can take 2 to 3 weeks and I only persevere when it becomes apparent that the cats can’t find their way home through the jungle.
My son mowing the bottom grass
One year I dug over a piece of the garden, to plant tomatoes and vegetables, ok I didn’t actually do the digging Giorgio arrived with his big tractor and dug it over for me, but I did plant the seeds and water them.
Giorgio did the digging
As you can see, the garden had a little slope and it also had holes where I had dug up various vegetables, this made mowing the grass a little dangerous, if one of the mowers wheels fell in a hole… I was doomed.
Cecil, one of the vegetables I grew
On Friday night I wandered down to the local digger hire and enquiried about hiring a little digger.
Me: I need machine one day, how much? (as you can see my Italian is improving)
Owner: Mmm, 100 Euros, do you have a digger licence?
Me: Ha, you very funny man. I car/truck licence.
Owner: You must have a digger licence.
Me: I dig me garden, not road!!!
The owner sucked his teath and shrugged.
Fealing a little disappointed I drove home, I didn’t really blame the man for not wanting to rent one of his lovely diggers to a crazy Englishman who was wearing flip-flops and had the language ability of a five year old.
At seven a clock I received a phone call.
Hi Peter, how are you? Luigi told me, you want to hire one of his machines, I have told him I know you and he will deliver it to you at 9pm tonight, is that ok.
Me: What! Please you speak me slowly.
Pier: Digger will arrive at 9
My new toy
I was so excited when the digger arrived, as I thanked the man, my mind started to wander, I started to wonder how feasible it would be to dig a swimming pool and could I do it before Mrs Sensible realised what I was doing.
I need a swimming pool
I set my alarm for 7:30am and at 8 o’clock I was tentatively driving my new toy down the garden, just as I started to enjoy myself, Pier turned up and shouted “più potenza” (you can use google translate).
He then decided to show me how to dig and flatten my garden properly, I have to admit I had mixed emotions, yes he was doing a fabulous job and he obviously knew how to operate the digger, but I was sat on the side just watching… maybe even sulking a little bit.
Pier and his broken leg
I shouted “Ok, I can see how you do it” and “Ok, let me have a go” and finally ” That hard work can’t be good for your broken leg”
Pier was having none of it, he just smiled at me and waved away my concerns.
I now have a perfectly flat piece of land for the children’s tents next year. Did I tell you about the English Summer Camp I ran last week? I might in my next post, that is if I am not digging a swimming pool.
Have a fab summer