Valuable

I find it so difficult to imagine paying money for rhubarb, much as I love it.  I suppose not everybody has half a hectare of zombie rhubarb with tree-like stems.  When I saw my colleague buying it, I promised to bring him some.  I'll probably bring it in tomorrow, or maybe leave it in the kitchen  until it's floppy.  

Fence looking ever more shonky/shoogly.  A brief mooch at the allotment in the evening.  Mostly I spoke to the neighbour about the difference between Jostaberries and Worcesterberries, and about frogs.