What kind of a day has it been then. Well P got out of bed determined to get a treatment in and then promptly reversed the tractor into the outside tap, breaking it and sending water pissing everywhere! Cursing loudly he went in search of a stopcock which he couldn't find. About 4 mins later and a couple of hundred litres of water later I found said tap and stopped the flow!
Oh well we thought we'll use the pump to fill the sprayer which after about 15 mins of wrestling we managed at the EXACT same time as the tractor started misfiring.
P, it has to be said lost what passed for his sense of humour at this point.
The mechanic is on holiday. We need to treat and to have the tractor ready for tomorrows onslaught of planting. At this stage it was all pretty catastrophic and P had a face like a slapped arse!
After a long of confusion I rang the guy we brought the place from and asked for the name and number of his friend who is a "sometimes mechanic".
Phone calls made, JM turns up plays with the tractor, does a lot of revving and announces that we need a new "Pompe alimentation de gazoil" which I have to write down after twice asking and twice forgetting... also a new oil filter.
Without much hope we trundle of to the fantastic chaps at Chansaulme who pick both items off the shelf and say that'll €86 please.
I then call lovely mechanic bloke back, who says alot of things very fast that I don't understand and says goodbye.
I dither, the vines arrive delivered by a very lovely chap and then I pluck up the courage to phone M. Le mechanic back who says (very slowly) he'll be here tomorrow at 8.30am..... HURRAH.
I shouldn't be counting my eggs or chickens or uncrossing anything yet.
BUT our vines are hear and arn't they lovely?
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