Dawned bright and dry, got up, ran a few errands, on the plot by eleven with my friend Hacken Slash the Merry Tiller
. Half past noon back home and out with Slicen Dice the Howard 350 plus wheelbarrow and two sacks of seed potatoes 
.
Back home at six forty-five.
Hit list.
Hacken Slash kindly attacked the mound at the top of plot two, former tenants weed dump? to produce some shovelable soil from the solid pile and prepared two deeply rotovated twelve foot rows/trenches for raspberry transplant.
He then prepped the two potato plots for Slicen Dice, who minced them , stuck on his furrower and gave me.
Ten times eighteen foot rows of spuds on plot one.
Eight times thirty foot rows of spuds on plot two.
As I locked the allotment gate the first drop of rain fell on my head, I went home, changed and set off to visit elderly mother at hospital in next town and the cars automatic wipers hit hyperdrive a few times. Smug mode ensued for the rest of the evening.
Complaints.
Neither of my two good friends put the soil back over the spuds, I had to do it!
Is it age or are seed potatoes getting smaller? I swear I bought the same number of 3Kg bags last year and yet I have three-quarters of a 3Kg bag left over.
Various muscles that normally keep quiet are not.
Sunday.
Dawned as bright and dry as possible.
Off to rugby club for 9am start as car park marshal for five counties under 14's competition.
B League won by Hertfordshire.
A League won by Suffolk.
Four injuries, two to hospital, mostly due to dry hard ground!
At five thirty as the wife pulled up in the car to collect me, (IPA IPA IPA IPA), the first drop of rain fell on my head and its still raining now. SMUG mode.
Oh and my mutated baseball bats, aka PSB after frosts, produced enough to go with the roast beef & trimmings.
All in all the best weekend in quite some time.
Complaints.
Back to work tomorrow.
