15 December 2005
Did you miss me?
Where did the time go? I’m a bad, bad pumpkin souper, neglecting my audience so! (Rather like my allotment.)
Owen and I had planned to spend two days down there this week. We took time off and everything. Did it happen? Well, no. I still had work to do from home, and there were loads of Christmas type things to do too, so no digging trips for us, as it turned out.
I take comfort knowing that at this time of year all hell should not be breaking loose down at our patch, but I still feel guilty, and that I’m a fraud.
Still, with chocolate fingers dunked in boozy cream to look forward to I should be able to console myself.
Filed under: Fallow — Clare @ 1:00 pm
That allotment is becoming the Miss Havisham of plots. I’m sure our neglect will come back to haunt us…
(15.12.05 @ 1:09 pm)
Welcome back MoP - I hope my raised bed frenzy shames you
(15.12.05 @ 1:30 pm)
Raised bed frenzy? You do have an uncanny knack of making gardening-related talk sound so rude!
But yes, I feel suitably shamefaced.
(15.12.05 @ 2:34 pm)
I have a gift (knack? Pah! too limited!) of making anything and everything sound filthy. My mother despairs and the poor mistress of the house wears a frankly embarrassed look whenever we are in polite company together. I blame Frankie Howard. Well… not ‘blame’ as much as thank, but you know what I mean
(15.12.05 @ 2:45 pm)
I hope you save some choclolate fingers and boozy cream for me. Looking forward to Christmas with you and Owen.
Much love.
Dad.
(15.12.05 @ 2:53 pm)