Another beautiful, sunny day dawns in sleepy Southrepps, and I’m definitely feeling a little more positive this morning. I know I should really be thinking about getting on with the bathroom tiling, but instead I’m thinking about going to the allotment and planting stuff!
I drink my tea and nutriblast, and then take the battery out of my car and put it on charge in the conservatory (cross that one off the list). I walk the dog, listen to PopMaster and check my email and social media. I’m a little concerned when lunchtime comes around (not that I actually bother to have lunch) and I still haven’t moved from the sofa in the lounge.
I actually have to command myself to get up and sort the plants out to take down to the allotment. I put a few seedling trays and seedling pots into carrier bags, and set off to the allotment, which is only a few minutes walk away. Recent rainfall, combined with a couple of warm and sunny days, has resulted in a very overgrown plot – it’s always the weeds that seem to grow the best, isn’t it? I weed around the courgette plants, and replace a couple of frost victims with butternut squash seedlings. I plant out half a dozen tomato plants into a couple of grow-bags that we purchased a couple of weeks ago, and then plant out 10 French bean seedlings – if they all survive, we’re going to be eating a lot of French beans! Then I weed around the onions and carrots (some of them, anyway) and hack down some of the larger weeds and stinging nettles with the shears. I’ve only been working for about and hour and a half, but I think I might have overdone it – I’m dragging my feet as I walk back home.
The dog is ready for her afternoon walk when I get through the door so, of course, I must take her – knackered or not! On returning from our walk, I remember that I need to water the seedlings in, so somehow find the energy to fill the watering can and carry it down to the allotment. It’s just as well that I did, because the tomato plants are looking decidedly limp in the afternoon sun – I do hope that they survive.
My wife is going to be late home tonight, so I slam a ready meal into the oven, put a can of Stella Artois in the freezer and have myself a much needed bath while dinner is cooking.
My tremor is starting to surface on both sides (probably because I’ve overdone things) but I’m otherwise in pretty good shape – I expect I’ll pay for it tomorrow.