As some of you might remember, last year I put my name down for an allotment near my home. Reading everyone’s accounts of how they are growing lovely veggies in their gardens made me turn more than a little green with envy, and so I decided to chase up my application. Hmm. It turns out that I am fourteenth on the list for the nearby allotments. Not good! I can’t imagine that I’ll get anywhere near the top of the list for the next couple of years or more, by which time I may well have moved to somewhere with a little garden of my own, and no longer be in such great need of an allotment. From what I’ve heard, once in an allotment, people don’t often leave.
Oh well, back to the tomatoes on the windowsill it is then. And occasional helping out Jo and her garden. Sad face!