About 6 weeks ago I went to the local Bunnings Hardware Store to have a look at the chainsaws.
I've had this old Stihl chainsaw for about 25 years and everytime it needs to be used, there's something that needs some attention and that has been pissing me off.
In fact, it was at the stage where I just had to spot it on the shelf in the garage to get pissed off.
So, I broke out the Visa card and bought a Makita electric lad.
I'm thinking no more spark plugs, no more carbies, no more mixing 2 stroke fuel etc and everything in the world is going to be good again.
Feeling rather pleased with myself, I headed out with the extension leads and the new Makita to drop this big tree that's getting a bit close to the overhead power lines.
It's ripping right into this big tree and the jobs right.
Next thing, there's a bloody big crack of thunder and the heavens opened up.
FAAARRRRK, I'm outa here.
I don't mind this and I don't mind that, but when it comes to this, FCUK THAT.
So I grabbed the extension leads and the Makita and chucked it onto the front floor of the Landcruiser.
In the meantime and unbeknown to me, my daughter had put an icy cold stubbie of beer (opened) onto the floor because she knew that Dad would be toungin' for one and that's gone arse up all over the floor.
By the time I got back down to the garage covered in sweat, wood chip and biting mongrol green ants, a bloke was fairly pissed off.