Well it's a start

As I've said before, the best thing about something like the allotment is the fact that it doesn't really matter.  Proritisation can be based on mood, as it was tonight, and it wasn't a transplanting leeks night at all.  I did a little bit of pulling up the broad beans, but I was listening to Glen Campbell (unusually, I think I've had music on twice before) and the earphone cable kept getting caught. 

Herself has just discovered that it's possible to get out of bed and come downstairs.  Hmmm....