Yesterday we celebrated the seventeenth anniversary of our first meeting. We celebrated moderately with a glass of cava (our prize for winning the CAB quiz). The weather having taken a distinct turn for the worse, we skulked indoors. We had thought of a trip to the flicks, but will postpone until sundry aches and pains have subsided a bit.
In the space of less than a week, the temperature has dropped by 20°C, and I see that tomorrow's daytime temperature may drop as low as 3°, with the chance of sleet. This comes, of course, just as we have planted out the busy lizzies and French beans, and just as the spuds are sticking their noses up through the compost. I blame the government, of course.
Still, full of optimism, we have joined a nearby allotment holders' association, and loaded up the car this morning at the store with compost, muck - and bird seed. I have also sown some more beans just in case my worst fears come to pass.
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