All the Love in the world

Himself kicked me out off bed this mornign, and said "allotment". 

So I acquiest and pull myself together, I'm so tired. 

It's lovely though and  I'm glad I went  up. 

The sun was shining there was a plethora of Butterflies.   My Leeks are looking splendid and my brussels too. 

We piiddled about, cur back some flowers and planted some red onions. 

Then home. 

We sat about for an hour or so, and then we headed out. 

And for that reason, I'm sittoing writing this on Sunday. 

And I feel like death. 

Why???  why?  Why are Old Fashions so lovely.  Why are Negronies to lovely?   

We were home by 8. 

I was in my bed by nine.  But oh holy crap i feel rought