Week 3 update

Week 3, and the allotment is coming along nicely – the damson trees are full of fruit, and the apples are ripening nicely. We’ve got tomato plants in and have sown peas at one end of the plot.

We’ve shifted 2 huge builders’ bags of plants we’ve dug up, and another one is full ready for a trip to the tip. Maybe we could have composted some of it, but there were nettles and docks in amongst it.

The middle third is now mostly covered in weed-resistant matting, tarps and old groundsheets.

I’ve been clearing the other end too – it seems like a shame to ditch the potatoes, but after a bad few, it’s not worth the hassle. Clear ’em out, get some new stuff in instead.

I’ve started clearing a pathway between our half-plot and our neighbour’s half – we’re supposed to leave 9″ either side of the dividing line, so as the neighbour has been away and hasn’t seen their plot yet, I’ve been clearing either side of the line to make the path. We’ve got some board for our edge, and some old carpet to put down for the path.

Last night our neighbour Mark and I were having a chat and he gave me a seed tray full of leek seedlings as he’s got too many. Should get them in tonight, hopefully! Hooray for generous allotment neighbours!

Bites: 5 – 3 on legs from last 2 weeks (now wearing long trousers for digging) and two on my right arm from last night. Hoping those two don’t go the way of the other three, which itched like crazy, hurt, and left painful bruises.

Also my copy of One Man and His Dig: Adventures of an Allotment Novice finally arrived from Amazon last night. Looks jolly amusing, but too tired to actually read it!

Photos later…


Digging the allotment last night. I foolishly decided to wear shorts and yes, I got bitten by another %$*(£%*$(ing mosquito.

damn, but they hurt.

The last bites took a week to sort themselves out and I was left with bruises a couple of inches across on both legs.

Note to Self: wear long trousers when digging, no matter how warm it is.


in other news, the allotment is coming along nicely – we’ve dug out under the damson trees (absolutely bulging with fruit) and cleared a bit next to the path and put tomatoes and peas in.

Took a crop of redcurrants and whitecurrants and made some jolly tasty redcurrant jelly last weekend, which was hard work but great fun, and tasted delicious.

Also started clearing the path between our allotment and the other half allotment. Apparently we need to leave 9″ either side of the centre line, so I’ve been running an 18″ strip down the middle and putting old carpet down as a path between the two.

We’ve also put weed-resistant matting and old groundsheets over the centre section to stop the weed growth whilst we sort the rest out, and started clearing the far end.

You’re curious why we’re covering the middle, aren’t you?

It’s because at the far end there are loads of potato plants, and therefore loads of tasty new potatoes growing. We dug up a carrier bag full the other day, and I dug up another kilo or so last night.

Annoyingly, the veg box we get delivered also has potatoes in this week and we forgot to change the order. Anyone for spuds?


We were doing some sorting in the garage yesterday and I discovered another two of my old juggling balls. Or rather, what was left of the juggling balls – the mice had clearly been at them and had feasted on their innards.

I’m still not entirely sure how my collection of juggling balls ended up in the garage – I had at least a dozen which I’ve picked up over the years too. My first set (of four) I got back at university, so were at least 20 years old. I then inherited my brother’s set when he moved out of his student house, so there’s another four. I bought myself a lovely bright set at Greenbelt a couple of years ago, which were ace. They weren’t *quite* luminous, but came quite close.

I’ve got sundry others too – the orange ‘stage’ balls, which are big and bright but go flying if they bump together. A set of proper glow-in-the-dark juggling balls. A large luminous one for contact juggling, and my clear acrylic ball which I also use for photography.

So, I need[1] some new juggling balls. Or, more specifically, thuds. Thuds are those soft, squishy, multicoloured beanbags. Much better for practising, they have a good heft and don’t roll off when you drop them, or bounce apart wildly when the collide mid-air.

I want to get five too – I can juggle three comfortably, and four with a bit of practice to get my eye in. Never quite mastered five though…

Oddballs do some good deals on thuds, especially when you buy several. Trouble is, which colours to get? I like the multi-coloured ones, but they don’t seem to do the semi-luminous ones like in the photo above…

[1] for a given value of ‘need’, obv

a hush of librarians, and other collective nouns

Collective nouns illustrated

via Kottke.org

I like the hush of librarians, though why are they all female? Grr*

* pet peeve, having been a male librarian for some years. Though, on further reflection, it merely shows three people dressed in female clothes. It’s entirely possible that one or more is a transvestite**
** I reckon it’s the one on the right

surreal news story of the day

Surreal news story of the day: Puppy thrown at German biker gang

Now, the headline in itself is pretty off the wall. Someone threw a puppy at a biker gang?

But wait! It gets weirder:

A German student “mooned” a group of Hell’s Angels and hurled a puppy at them before escaping on a stolen bulldozer, police have said.

a. he mooned a group of Hell’s Angels?
b. puppy hurling = bad
c. he escaped on a stolen bulldozer

Let’s look at that last one again. He *escaped* on a bulldozer. Notwithstanding his somewhat foolish, nay reckless initial bare-bottomed insult, followed by a cruel spot of puppy hurling, he then decided to make his escape from a group of leather-glad german bikers on a bulldozer

He actually got away from a bunch of presumably bemused Hell’s Angels, on a large earthmoving machine, which he then ditched and hitch-hiked the rest of the way home.

I suspect the bikers were looking at each other saying “Am I imagining things, or did that actually just happen?”

The puppy is now being cared for in an animal shelter. 🙂