Got the box with the machine inside loaded into the back of the little Volkswagen. It squeezed in with barely a milimetre to spare on either side - a sure sign from above that this was the product for me. Imagine my surprise then when unpacking the contents to find a manufacturers warranty from a completely different company. It was not a Honda but a machine powered by a Honda engine. Those kind folk at the Harbin Peoples Liberation Army Lawn Mower Factory #5 have cleverly notched up another customer. There followed an hour of mounting frustration putting the thing together - only our friends in the PRC could have produced an assembly booklet of such fiendish nonsensicality. The figure in the bib overalls and the baseball cap seemed to be outlining a dance routine not putting together a lawnmower. This is how western civilization ends.
The horrid thing is now assembled and working after a fashion. I have been left with a large black plastic triangle, three bolts and a length of cable that seem to be surplus to requirement. This of course may explain why the dreaded device refuses to pick up the grass and put it in the hopper.