First allotment dinner!

          The last photie is of the first real food to come out of the allotment this year. I've had rhubarb, a turnip here and there, and the odd strawberry and raspberry, but this, nearing the end of July, is the start of dinner time! I can add two fried eggs to fried shallots, and boiled tatties and turnip. Hurrah! Folk who come to this bloggie often will know that I usually have soup as my staple food, but I've substituted porridge since the New Year. Now all I need is the cabbage to come on a bit and soup will be served once more!

           The evil bourgeois basturns have stolen my gardening gloves! The hut hasn't a lock on it. The gloves were lying just inside the door. There's probably no allotmenteers within fifty yards of me who aren't loaded. It's not about the money. They just steal because they know they can. It's a power trip. I will start a special meditation and tonight when they are lying in their beds, the gloves will start to crawl across the bedroom floor and ...