Kitchen Garden Forum

Saturday I was the potato king.

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.

Definitely one smug b******d

Tigger dear, thanks for the compliment.

The smugness was purely weather related.

I'm intensely jealous - had to do ironing today before it took over the house.

Tigger, I refuse to buy clothes that need ironing and all I ever do are Tim's shirts once a week. Before you feminists kick off, he would do them but it takes him hours and I actually enjoy ironing shirts and can do the lot in half an hour.

Peter, you can go right off people you know!

Chantal, my muscles have gone right off me today.
Oww, ouch, ummm.

That makes me feel a little better.

Hi Tigger,
The word ironing makes me shudder. I always wait until there isn't an unoccupied seat left in the house then I HAVE to to some!!
A saying seems to be entering my vocabulary
"Oh that will do." Am I on a slippery path d'ya think?

Yup!

Srick with the attitude JB. I wish I could get away with not ironing.

Some hope, with 2 lots of school uniforms and his shirts for work. There's a pile in the corner as I speak, looking at me.

I'll just turn my head and ignore it. Either that or close the bloody door so I can't see it!!

Ironing whats that, the only time i have ever touched an iron was when i was about four years old. I picked one of those old flat irons of a range and burnt my hand, that was enough for me.
You must get a lot of ironing if all your chairs are heaped Johnboy, since you live in a thirteen bedroomed castle.

Kind regards a crumply clothed Old Herbaceous.

Theres many a fine cock come out of a tattered bag.