Our veg patch started off as
his garden and whenever I needed him for such unimportant things such as, let's see ..... urm...... oh yes, eating the meal I'd spent hours slaving over, or helping move something, or doing something in the house, then whatever
he was doing at that moment took priority and I had to wait
Then 5 years ago, he got really busy at work and I was informed that I could now look after the veg patch, along with the house, a new baby, a demanding 3 year old and a stroppy '
whateva' teenager - oh jees, cheers hun, so thoughtful
Of course that didn't and still doesn't stop him trying to put his tuppence worth in. Little gems such as '
I know what I'm talking about (reminding me strongly of Daddy Pig from Peppa Pig
)-
you need to dig fertiliser into ALL the beds'!!! This said when I refused to enrich the beds in which next seasons carrots and parsnips would be growing
Oddly enough, though, I find that whatever I'm doing in the garden
still isn't as important as whatever it is that he's doing and I often find myself hiding behind the bank of runner beans, or crouching behind the netted raised beds pretending that I haven't heard his calls for instant and immediate asistance
VPM
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