Knackered

A few weeks ago, I got a letter from the Allotment Society, instructing me to clear the piles of crap behind my shed. This pile has been there for 40 years, and I promise only the top 12 inches is mine. It forms a huge linear barrier between the shed and the sunken pathway below, and is behind most people's allotments. They want to put a new fence in and the piles of sticks, earth, weeds etc was going to get in the way.
I tried with my section but there seemed to be quite a few immovable objects in the way (and where was I going to put it anyway: I borrow a 2 seater MG and dont have a wheelbarrow?). And no bonfires allowed.
So I got a telephone summons off Tracey the Secretary last week: "You vill be at ze allotment on Saturday, before Dawn, or you vill be shot!" "But, but, it has been there 40 years!" "No excuses!"
So I ambled down there at 10.30am to find the Enforcers just approaching my plot, armed to the teeth with long forks and rakes.
Amazingly, with their help, and the use of waste spots on the 2 neighbouring plots, we were able to clear a path for the fence.

Margaret next door was more than a little dischuffed that our pile of waste had buried her daffs (but I think she was pleased that a lot of the crap from her plot was moved).

In the pile of crap, we dug out 3 dustbins, a lawnmower, plastic bags and crates, 2 dozen bricks, wood and glass, none of which was mine, and for which I was not held responsible.


And I wont be depositing any further waste, seeing as my plot is now nearly pristine, double dug (including the patch not dug over by the King of Sweden last year) and fertilised, and ready for the insertion of new seeds in the spring.
All ready for the new fence. And today, I made M go to pull out the remaining bits of couch grass coming up, while I sowed the broadbeans (they may come up, who knows? Nothing grew last year, but maybe a year's experience has turned me into an expert).
Mel working could be my entry into Stu's people at work project.