Well I found out why my supply of worm fertiliser has dried up, as my worms have shuffled off this mortal coil, are pushing up the daisies, have f**king snuffed it. So off to the worm farm for more worms. Meanwhile my nettle tea seems to be doing the trick.
Also today I just thought I'd write that I'm sick of raspberry picking, every time I go to the plot to do something there are hundreds more ripe raspberries to pick before they go over-ripe. I shouldn't moan, really, should I, but I've only got a small freezer. Just wizzed a load of them up with some ice cream to make fresh raspberry ice cream. Yum.
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