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Friday 17 January 2020

With my opera...

 glasses I sit and spy, 
007 eat your heart out!
There are six I can see that need the Lettice touch.  I pursue eBay and Gumtree for a greenhouse, a barrow and a pile of muck.  Seeds are sown, the sap is without doubt on the move.  I loiter outside the main man’s house looking for all the world like a tom touting for trade.  I’m not proud!  The garden here waits with bated breathe as I plan the pond.  Trouble is I don’t want EarthmoversRUs (i.e. the husband) to strut his stuff until I have a safe home for the many and various box/yew balls, which I plan to use as a stylish spinney on Lettice Leaf’s very own allotment.

Just now a waiting game...


4 comments:

  1. Patience my friend, patience. It will happen but remember its only January, you have time. Well at least I hope you have and if you haven't no point getting an allotment anyway!! xx

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    1. What before I die you mean MG? Always look on the bright side of life...

      LXX

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  2. EarthmoversRUs! Harharhar. I lived with one for 30 years. And at his worst, he was ScrimmeramI.

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    1. Love it! Better than a lot of other names we could have thought of?

      LX

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A year has gone by...

and the sourdough saga continues, nothing much changes, apart maybe my level of frustration at my tarnished bread making skills of a ferment...