Cold Frame

Cold frame, cold frame, I gots a cold frame... ain't I a lucky gal! They were on sale at Huntingdon Garden and Leisure, so I stuck it on the flexible friend. My seedlings are looking a big leggy on the windowsill at home - my flat doesn't get too much light - so I'll put them in the cold frame wrapped up in loads of bubble wrap and see how they do in there. Also, my bedroom won't be full of homeless baby potatoes anymore - the sound of them quietly sobbing themselves to sleep is heart-rending. Eh, this gardening business is turning out to be expensive. On the plus side, I had another scone approximately the size of my head. I've got to limit those things to one a month before I end up hospitalised with diabetes or something.

Still, a pleasantish couple of hours pottering around on the allotment, although there was a short but bracing hail storm. I potted up some blueberry plants - I hope they don't get nicked, I love blueberries in my porridge. The cold frame is up, the fittings are a bit fragile looking. I'll come back and rebuild it with tougher screws when the weather's a bit nicer. It was blowing a bit of a gale, enough to blow the metal trough I'm planning to put my carrots in over onto the next allotment, so I stuck a pallet on top of it. Let's hope it survives better than the Argos Greenhouse (still haven't taken that back yet). I had a brochure from a firm called Rhino which builds greenhouses that can withstand force 10 gales - unfortunately they start at about a grand. The only way that's going to happen is if an eccentric millionaire happens to be reading this and feels like making a donation to the 15b cause. A thousand pounds represents more tomatoes than I can comfortably imagine.

Went to London to see La Cage Aux Folles yesterday. A wonderful show with an outrageous, fabulous chorus which earned many shrieks and a deserved standing ovation from the audience. I went with my cousin's wife, a really good friend. She's having a toughish time at the moment and has decided to take off with her best friend to the Caribbean at about a week's notice. The trip to London with me was planned for ages, so she arrived home at about 1am this morning and then had about an hour and a half to pack before she had to head back down to London in order to check in at 6am at Gatwick. Eh... I wish I could afford to head to the Caribbean on a whim. The cost of the flight alone has set her back the best part of one Rhino greenhouse.

Bad back is much better now, and I can mostly feel my leg again. All the rain meant no digging, which probably wasn't a bad thing. A lot of catching up to do next weekend though, the weeds are starting to peak through and there's a fair bit of hoeing to do.