But I digress (up a fjord; lovely chaps, fjords).
This, trust me it is, is the strawberry patch.
This, even worse (I hardly dare show you), is the onion and garlic patch.
But nowt comes of wringing your hands and moaning. You just gotta get in amongst it. Brace up, Mr Bracegirdle and get on with it. It's tempting to start with the worst bits first but it's all so bad that I thought I'd be systematic and organised, rather than just lashing myself into a frenzy (steady on lad, it's only an allotment, we'll have none of that here)
So here's the plan:
First, do some infrastructure. Strim the paths and cut the hedge. I can't abide untidy paths and hedge. It's like working in a mess; I don't like working in a mess; you should see my potting bench. Paths and hedge are no small task but it'll feel "better already" when they are done.
Second, work downhill doing a sub-plot at a time. Do each one, do it properly and before you know it Robert will be my Father's Brother.
- Note to self - this is gonna generate vast amounts of compostable stuff; must get some more compost accelerator
Third, errm, that's it.
Well it's a plan. I think I'm just going to have to treat it as a job (what? can't do that; I've retired. I didn't retire from one job to do another. Needs must, though)
Still doing well. Tickety-boo, in fact.