The joy of a sharp pair of secateurs . . .
The sorrow when you realise you have lost them somewhere on the allotment, probably perfectly camouflaged by piles of clippings, and probably gone forever (or at least until they have rusted solid) . . .
The joy when you are reunited with them after only a brief search!
Apologies for the brief post. The allotment calls!
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