Our lawnmower packed in, the grass had grown waist-high, and the dogs were getting covered in ticks. While I was out walking the other day, I happened to meet a farmer with a mower attachment on his tractor, so I asked if he'd come and tackle my jungle.

He agreed, and I asked for his mobile number, hoping I'd remember it until I got home, as I don't carry a mobile phone.

"I don't have one," he replied.

So we arranged a time to meet instead.

Old school!