My day started before the night had finished, as is often the way in late December. The darkness was still complete, AMP headed out for his pre-work run, and I was able to hog the warmest part of the bed. But there was no possibility of me going back to sleep; the owls saw to that. …
Friday Productivity
Keeping on top of the Cutty Garden is a tricky task; my weekend consists of Fridays and Saturdays, and at least one of those days ought to be spent attending to the various demands of the plot. There are many distractions and other obligations however, often meaning that the allotment day you have been waiting …
