Wet Weather Blues
If there was ever a week keen to make you swear off gardening and take up stamp collecting instead, last week was it. Honestly, I’ve seen wet before — and I’m not talking about a polite half-day drizzle you can shake off before lunch — but last week was like living inside a washing machine. Rain every single day. Sheets of it. The kind that doesn’t just dampen your boots but seeps right into your bones and leaves you questioning all your life choices. It was that wet. If there were medals for rain, Britain would’ve bagged them all. The allotment went from patch of soil to boggy marsh faster than you could say wellies . And now, just to add insult to injury, Storm Chandra has hit. Yes, really — they’ve named it. It sounds like someone I once knew after i left school who could always drink you under the table, and judging by this last storm I reckon it’d beat you at gardening too. Last week the slabs arrived — finally! A long-awaited delivery I’d been watching like a hawk. I...
