Meh... the greenhouse fell over in the first stiff breeze. Those plastic joints turned out to be made of apple cores and chinese newspapers - it didn't take a whole lot to snap them. Putting it back together wasn't really an option with the bits I had left, so back to Argos with the whole shebang. At least I didn't throw away the box, but finding the receipt may be a problem.
The real tragedy is that my baby spuds are homeless already, and also all mixed up in a heap. I need to find somewhere to put them where the cats won't eat them (do cats eat potatoes? mine probably do). Must be a window sill somewhere in this house... Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise, at least the greenhouse didn't go down when it was full of tomatoes, or when the potatoes were further along. I'll try to sort out the spuds, but they all look pretty much the same to me. I was going to plant them in cropping order, but now it'll just be a huge rainbow free for all. Should make for an interesting harvest.
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