Having bellyached fully yesterday about the state of my plot, I decided to give it a rest today. It's the first day that I haven't fancied going, but I don't know if that's allotment related or a life issue. Truthfully, I only want to lie on the sofa and eat carbs, so that is what I'm going to do about that; get pizza, drink beer and settle in with a film.
In good news, my mother was kind enough to take me up to shop of hell, B&Q, in order to get some cheap compost. I don't know if anyone sells compost as cheap as B&Q's own brand stuff, which may not be the best quality stuff on earth, but bulk is my priority for mulching no-dig beds. And, with the help of a charming young man who pointed out some damaged bags that he had had to mark down in price, we managed to get over 400 litres of compost for just over £18. There is the psychic pain of having to buy from a huge business with the staff relations, shop design and reputation for customer service of the devil is which is something I have chosen to swallow for the sake of bargain basement dirt, but beggars cannot be choosers. Happily their most local branch is so far away from me now, it's just not worth my while getting there until the next time I need quantity over quality and I can manage to close my ears to my conscience.
I did try texting the allotment advertising guy about prices, but he clearly doesn't need the business too much as he hasn't got back to me. Not that I need much as much now, but still. Now all
I have to do is hunt out a load of cardboard boxes to get some more complaints about cluttering up the house 'with my allotment junk'.
Off to try and summon up the energy for potting on my parsnips and spinach. Maybe I'll have another cup of tea first.
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