I forgot I’m supposed to dig the allotment.
In previous years the arrival of a truckload of cow poo at lotsville has kicked off the spade-barrow-dig chain of events.
This year, for good reasons, the muck didn’t come (til now). And thus, I pottered around without a care.
Now work has gone bonkers and I don’t have the digging hours at my disposal. On top of that my back feels rubbish and I can’t face the pain.
So I’m not gonna. Not until I need to anyway, bit by bit as I need to sow or transplant.
I feel like a cheat, a maverick, a lazy git.
Someone tell me it’s gonna be ok!!