Councils, Cabbages, Staging and a Bolt That Simply Didn't Want to Be Found
Where do I even start with this week. Actually, I know exactly where to start. I'm going to start by telling you that this week has gone so fast I genuinely had to count the days on my fingers to make sure I hadn't skipped one. Between the council, the allotments, the wood merchants, the merry tiller having a personal crisis, and me building staging in the garden like some sort of one-man joinery operation, the week has absolutely flown by. Sit down. Get yourself a brew. This one's going to take a minute. Monday — The Great House Clearance Nobody Asked For Monday. No allotment. And the reason there was no allotment is because the weather here was absolutely not playing ball — grey, damp, uninviting — the sort of day that even the garden doesn't want to be outside. So we stayed in, and that meant one thing. The clear out. Now. I knew we had a fair bit of stuff to shift. The council were coming to do work on the kitchen and the stairs, and we needed everything out ...
