I don't so much have itchy feet as itchy legs. I have been bitten by several angry flies and it's not like the good old days when you could be bitten, have an itch and feel satisfied. If i itch my legs they will swell and pop, I am sure of it. The flies are angrier these days, especially on my allotment.
I recieved the injuries planting 48 various cabbage plants and 16 cauliflowers. I think they will be ready after christmas, i am not sure as i did not read the instructions properly when I ordered the plug plants, but i have weeded, covered to stop the bastard pigeons eating them, and scattered slug killer around. My organic slug intentions evaporated when they helped themselves to my free food last year. Now it is every man, and slug, for himself.
Being bitten on the allotment at 8 o'clock in the morning is a grand thing indeed. Normally on a friday I would be getting ready for work, but I am on a 'staycation' where i stay at home and holiday. I like my home, I am a nester, a home bird, I long to be in my front door. My social life continues because it appears other people like to be in my front door too, I attract them with the promise of home made cake and brown tea. Sometimes i thrust free vegetable on them too, but mainly I am greedy with my veg. I want it all for myself. I have been out in all weathers, been bitten, kneeled in cat shit, paid too much money for a beautiful greenhouse, had a carpal tunnel operation on each hand due to too much digging, and so I am selfish with the veg. I will make chutney and relish with it and store it with the rest of the chutney's and relish I have made, and give it away at christmas. Once I have plunged my hard work into vinegar, it's a free for all then.
I have to go back to work on Tuesday, after the bank holiday and after my 2 weeks off. This would normally fill me with dread and i would be on the toilet for longer than a human should be, but it is the count down to christmas, the big day is less than 18 weeks away, and so i am looking forward to this greatly. And if that doesn't get me through I will keep remembering that I am of child bearing age and this may be enough. Today I will take a picture of my allotment and greenhouse so that I can put it by my desk and stroke it in between being shouted at and i will think thoughts of runner beans, brown tea and walks in the country, and the city centre drug service will seem a million miles away.
