Forncett Village Info

Weather warm; breezy; dry; not bad considering 

Cigarettes nil, although there have been so many little bonfires on the allotment I came home wheezing like a 60-a-day-expert.

Weight –a bit less! Look after the ounces and the pounds will take care of themselves – yeah, right!

Hours worked; about two and a half

I say session 2, actually I have been twice since the first time, but if I call this session 4 you will be scratching round looking for missed episodes.

The time when – traditionally – you start work in earnest. Plant spuds on Good Friday, really get to grips with things.

Weather: I heard that chit-of-a-girl on the news on Easter Thursday; she prattled on for a full ten minutes, all of which could have been précised in one sentence of three words, 'lousy until Tuesday', and for once she was spot on.

Weight; no Easter eggs or chocolates received, so I remain hopeful

Hours worked; about two,

I didn't actually visit the plot per-se, as it was either raining; or just had been; or was about to. I stayed home and did things in the potting shed instead.

Weather; bootiful, better than yesterday.
Weight; a lot heavier than Lesley
Hours worked; no idea.

Yesterday I attended the funeral of a dear friend who died of a vicious cancer that had her number. She had diminished in size but (by God) not in spirit. I needed time today on my allotment – alone - to remember her. I planted my spuds. In the great scheme of things this is almost insignificant now, but they were my first planting on the allotment and I should have celebrated – another day perhaps.

Weather; promising (promising what, I don't know)
Weight; I wonder if it's time to drop this.
Hours worked; too long

This morning we had work to do at home. About three years ago I ordered some slate chippings to smother the weeds around the summerhouse and to enhance the area. The pile of chippings was now (a) smothered with dead leaves from the tree above (b) sprouting weeds of its own and (c) in urgent need of being taken to a place of safety before the workmen came to resurface our driveway. Logic apart, one ton of chippings weighs about two tons when divided by two people working on it. I scrabbled about on my knees as usual, and hubby-with-a-shovel hacked at the pile from the other side. We met in the middle around coffee time, and finished the job, and my fingernails by lunch. I had given my all, but I felt fine: a quick lunch later and I drove off to the allotment – but only to look at it.