Why would anyone want to kill off the fun bit of gardening, "the good whinge" why else would we do it I ask.
We fight Nature, the weather, the soil, animals various including children plus bugs birds and wind blown disease, what is not to whinge about.
Watch a group of allotmenteers gather for the morning cup of tea and listen in, "why did you bring fig biscuits instead of chocky bourbons, do you want me to manure all the gardens or something"? Whats with cutting the custard slices in half Ellen, what do you mean they are easier to eat, who wants easy I like custard and white cream stuck all round my mouth.
We all keep diaries of a sort, 7th Jan planted seeds, two weeks of winter as we get up North. 7th Feb re-planted seeds as we had some sun, two weeks of winter etc. 7th March finally planted seeds, worked out that with heat etc it cost £50 for that pan of peas good whinge coming on.
It also gets other things out of the system, Wife wanting third new kitchen in five years and never cooked an egg in any of them. kids wanting to go to Disneyland, not the cheap one but California, yikes.
A whinge is our boiler safety valve we let off steam in the place we are usually alone with the bees buzzing around agreeing with us, the scent of Lavender around us and the sun glinting off the glass in our hands, what is not to like about a good whinge.
Frank.
