Oh my God, oh my God, am soooooooooooooooooooooooo excited!!! Yay! oooh!
While the dotted line has as yet to be signed, I can confirm, that by Sunday, I should be the proud renter of an Allotment!!!!
Where I was pretty hopeful last post, I have now had the indepth conversation with the bloke who owns the field, and we are Go! Go! Go! (When I say 'conversation' it was mainly me speaking gibberish and him trying hard to isolate anything sensible he could reply to.)
OMG - Now I feel under pressure - it's already mid-February, I gotta get planting!!!!!
What shall I grow? Will I manage all the digging or will Mr Oubliette be forced, against his sedentary will to join the dig for victory? Will I hate it after two minutes? Am I quite ridiculous to be taking this on with my arthritic joints? Or will the joy of it lift my beleaguered spirits? Will all the wholesome outdoorsiness of it bring a glow back to my checks and help shift a few pudgy pounds from my comfortable frame?
Will I be eating tomato chutney till I'm more tomato than human? Will friends and acquaintance run from me, fearing a 'gift' of yet more misshapen mottled veg?
Oh, the possibilities!!