Courgettes, Keepwells and a Hosepipe with the Audacity of a Parking Warden
Tuesday happened. Now, I say that like it was some sort of event, and honestly, up the allotment, Thursday very much was. It was one of those proper working days where you arrive with a list in your head, you work through it steadily, and by the time you're packing up to go home your back is reminding you of every single item on that list in considerable detail. But you're happy. That peculiar, quiet, soil-under-the-fingernails kind of happy that I don't think you can get anywhere else. You allotment people will know exactly what I mean. Everyone else will just have to trust me on this one. Sam was at work, which meant it was just me and Iris for the day. Now I want to be absolutely clear — Iris is seventeen, she is not what you'd call a morning person, and yet there she was, up the allotment on a Thursday, which I think speaks very well of her indeed. Either that or she genuinely loves growing things, which I firmly believe she does. Possibly both. Whatever the reaso...
