It Rained Last Night
Right then. I'm going to start this post with something that, after the weeks we've had, felt genuinely close to a miracle. It rained last night. Properly rained. Not that pathetic, half-hearted drizzle that England sometimes offers up as if it's doing you a favour — the sort that barely registers on the ground and yet somehow still manages to make your hair look awful. No. This was actual, committed, serious rain. Hard, steady, relentless rain that came down for over an hour and meant every single word of it. The kind of rain that you can hear from the bedroom and you lie there in the dark with a big smile on your face because you know — you just know — that the allotment is absolutely loving every drop of it. I may have said "yes" out loud at one point. Sara didn't ask. She knows me. Now let me put this into context for anyone who's only just found the blog and doesn't know the situation. We have been — and I don't think this is an exaggera...
