hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

Our urban guerrilla garden is suffering from neglect at the moment.  The rhubarb struggles on gamely against the encroaching bindweed and nettles.

Anniemay has been banned from working on it after falling off the 3-foot high retaining wall onto the hard surface of carpark by way of the front bonnet of the car.  

I share her pain.  No crumble for me.