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I was so humiliated yesterday.
The landscape gardener arrived with a load of bark chippings, so I trundled off up the lane with my folding barrow.
Couple of old boys there too, who told me to use a shovel, not my hands ~ "too heavy" says I. I'll use my hands, thanks.

Better than bending your back, says they. You'll do your back in, they say.
Grinning through gritted teeth, I say I'm bending my knees, not my back. My back is already forcked, that's why I can't lift a shovel. But thanks for the advice.

They are manfully hefting shovels of bark around, while I'm scooping it up in my hands, girly-style.

A 3rd chap comes over to show me how it's done properly, because obviously being a girl I can't load a barrow for myself. Feeling really patronised by now, I get my loaded barrow off, give it a big stroppy push ~ and it promptly folds itself up, tipping all the bark all over the lane.

I went to my shed and sulked.

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Oh dear! Tee hee hee! I knew there was a reason for sticking to my galvanised steel barrow!!

lol... hahahaha

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Everything is changing - Because of this Happy Bunny trundles up the garden everyday to see what has changed.

Poor TwoSheds. My foldup regularly does that on me too - so now I transport my plants in a rigid plastic box, inside the barrow.

But the old boys definitely see me as a wimpy girl who hasn't a clue mostly (cos I occasionally get there mid-week when they are out, whereas they retreat at the weekends when the "real" girly girls are there (the ones wearing white trousers :0 to do their weeding!! )

Thank you TS, I was feeling somewhat depressed, but your posting made me smile and I really have cheered up. Thanks again.

Sorry to laugh but you told it so well Would have loved to have seen the smug grins on the faces of those three guys.

THats made me smile. Thats the sort of thing that would happen to me!!
My barrow has tipped sideways with a load many a time.

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Sorry Two_Sheds but that made me chuckle. It's exactly the kind of thing that would happen to me. And reminded me of the times when I'd be walking home from the train station with my Dad (we used to work a few roads away from each other) in the rain and his umbrella would suddenly collapse around his head. One minute - my Dad... the next - a muffled sounding lumpy umbrella

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Oh, isn't it a bummer when you stalk off in a huff - and your huff collapses! Hope you still got your chippings chuck!

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i bought one of those and took it back - it was rubbish.

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moon trial underway with onions, lettuce, tomatoes and calabrese.

made me laugh. Sorry.. These kind of things usually happen to me know not to buy a folding barrow now

I did offer you a nice rigid but useable tub on wheels!! Which, BTW, doesn't fold itself up.

Well men know best![I'LL GET MY TIN HAT]

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men always know best..... We just dont always do it :-)

if they were any kind of REAL men, they'd have moved it for you

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sometimes i do talk complete and utter rubbish ...... just ignore me if i do ........i'll go away eventually

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whoops a daisy!! poor two sheds, that would normally happen to me..........

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