We used to refer to my 4 wheel drive 42" cut mulcher as the 'Stiga'. Not a very inventive name - even if rather typical of me. My first dog was called 'Pup'. But never again. From now on its going to be called Brrrm Brrrm.
At last Taid's now got some leverage. Until this weekend, Mrs D, Eb and Karen (or Mum and Dad) were always favoured. I felt that I was tolerated - OK as long as I was prepared to carry her around, or happened to have a peeled banana in my hand. And none of the others wanted her for themselves - like when 'Strictly Cum Dancin' is on. But no more. All I have to do is say Brrrm Brrrm and she's mine - rain or shine. She absolutely loves it. Whenever little Ffion is home in future I'll have the ignition keys in my pocket. And before anyone moans, we don't actually 'mulch', or go anywhere remotely dangerous, or on the public highway.