Buckling under, or is a sign of the tines?

It’s been a relatively mild day provided you can keep out of the bitter wind coming off The North Sea.
We did laundry today, and housework, and walked the dog, so nothing new about that.
BUT, Hubby made a start on the veg patch (are you excited yet?).

The grass was too wet to cut, but he marked out two circles with spray paint and got stuck in with our new spade purchased yesterday and a garden fork he’d purchased when MOH was here.
Or at least that was the plan.

I looked out of the bedroom window and he seemed to be contentedly turning over the soil with the fork, so I returned to the lounge and settled down to check our email.
Less than five minutes later I heard the door rattle and he stood there looking rather forlorn and unhappy.
Apparently the spade (as said above, purchased yesterday) buckled on its first contact with the soil and was, in a word, totally useless. OK, that’s two, but you dig me get my drift.
The fork however, was made of ‘stronger stuff’, and a tine broke off on third contact.
Rather than give up on the first circle (no, they are not crop circles from outer space), he kept at it, so we have our spud area ready. Hurrah!
I dug out (excuse the pun) the receipt for the spade (as it was only bought yesterday) but because it has been several months since we bought the fork, that one was long gone.
Anyway, we got on the phone and spoke to a very nice young man called Gavin who said they could give us a refund on the spade as we had a receipt (being bought yesterday), but could only offer to replace the fork  as we had no proof of purchase. The good news was we did have a sticky label on the handle that proved we’d purchased it from them and weren’t trying to pull a fast one.

So, we loaded up the car with the tools and the dog and off we went into Skeggy.
We were lucky and able to park more or less outside the shop, where Gavin met us in the garden section. He said he’d had a word with his boss who didn’t usually work on Saturdays, but had to come in for something today and was able to offer refunds on both.

So now we have no garden tools, apart from the rake which doesn’t fit inside the Man Closet and may well have to have its own lean to attachment, one dug over veg circle and one in waiting until we can find an alternative supplier for something a bit more robust.
The soil by the way is good and rich, so we should have no problems growing our beans tomatoes, spuds and onions.
Watch this space!


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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2 Responses to Buckling under, or is a sign of the tines?

  1. DM says:

    love love love to hear about your garden news…sorry to hear about the junk tools..and yet, thankful you have a couple of people @ the garden center who have integrity and will stand behind them. Glad to hear about the condition of the soil. I have a quote on the wall by my desk..words either you or your hubby wrote earlier this year on one of my blog posts…it reads: ” I miss getting my hands in the soil. fresh meat and the taste of free range eggs, rabbit…surplus home ground vegetables for the freezer, a fruit tree or two..and pure bliss…a washing line!” so when are you going to get back into chickens? 😉 DM

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