There we were on Sunday in the freezing cold, slipping around in the mud clearing the wilderness half we didn't get round to last season, when he sloped off. I discovered him gloating over his 2 compost bins (which I donated off mine & filled!). Look at this stuff he beamed and set about spreading said compost around the rhubarb. Then the old guy on the next door plot came over and asked if he could nick a bit of the rhubarb as it was the earliest & best looking in the whole allotments.
That was it - his cup runneth over and I fear I'll never hear the last of it
Sue
