14 April 2005

Alter ego

I’m still cautiously optimistic that tomorrow I will be up with the lark and moseying on down to our plot for some hard core allotment action. The weather forecast predicts that it’s going to be pretty bloody cold which makes it much more likely that I will roll over and snuggle deeper under the duvet.

But it’s a test of character, isn’t it? And a (slightly) public one at that. I’ve made a commitment and I don’t think I could stand the shame of not seeing it through. Or, I could stay in bed, and then lie to you about it. My conscience wouldn’t let me get away with that, but why should you believe me? Actually, why should you believe me about anything I say?

Perhaps it’s time to come clean. I am not called Clare and I do not have an allotment in Birmingham. My real name is Algernon and I am an agent with MI5 working undercover to infiltrate the seedy underworld of organic gardening which poses a significant threat to our genetically modified values and our pesticide-full way of life. These allotment terrorists must be stopped.

Ahem.

These early mornings are playing havoc with my sanity.

Filed under: Mulch — Clare @ 11:57 am