Stoppit and Tidyup the Allotment.

I had all of my excuses lined up today for not going to the plot. All good, all valid. I'm suffering through a cycle of insomnia at the moment, and I've been awake since 2.30am after three hours sleep. I've also got an upset tummy; the weather has turned and it was almost wintry today as I walked the dog, and finally, I knew I was facing a dig through my delightful heavy clay soil on the plot. Easiest to stay on the sofa with a cup of tea and The Good Wife.
But, anyway, I wanted to prep the clay beds for this clay breaker, manure and compost combination that I've decided on to make the soil tolerable for growing in, I thought if I could just dig the new ones over, and make a start on the last terrace, I could just go in tomorrow and put the stuff on. So I did go. All of ten minutes of digging went by though, before I realised that you don't dig on an upset tummy really, and I had to run down to the loo at double speed. I know, that's more than you wanted to know. Sorry.

Builder's Corner

So on return to the plot, I thought I had better have a bit of a clear up. In my anxiety riddled insomnia last night I became paranoid that I didn't have enough planks for my raised beds (I can confirm that this is not true by any means). I had also become aware that the planks were different lengths, which I think led to some of my problems with my first raised bed - if you erroneously assume all your planks are the same length, and you measure different sized half planks against that incorrect length, joy will not ensue in any way, shape or form - So I sorted the planks, tidied the black plastic crap and made a start on the new brambles this business has uncovered. All possible within the scope of feeling poorly, and for roughly two hours. I do feel better about the place for it, and it's going to make the process off assembling those beds, hopefully tomorrow, far more efficent. Please stay away rain, please.
Because I need to get a wriggle on. Out of all the varieties of seed I planted in seedbed one, only the parsnips and celeriac are yet to appear, and the courgette and marigolds look like they're trying to escape out of the propagator. I still haven't put the mini greenhouse up yet. But I must, by the next time I sit down and write this journal. I'm going to have to kick my own ass, otherwise. Who else will?