I've been getting stressed out by the slow progress on the allotment. I want to start planting stuff but it's less than half-dug. We were going to work last weekend but the weather was too bad. And this Saturday I have a concert in Manchester which will keep me busy for most of the day. So my beloved hubby, Ed, took a day of his precious annual leave yesterday just to get the job done.
It was a joint effort. I got up at 6am and was digging on the allotment at 6:30. I got a solid couple of hours' work done as Ed got the kids up and ready for school. The Ed took over the digging whilst I took the kids to school.
For 10 hours, one or the other of us (often both) were hard at work on the allotment. I now ache in places I didn't know I had places. I have hands like a navvy and blisters on my insteps. And we still only got about half as much dug as we hoped. It was fun, though. I really enjoyed it and the time seemed to pass very quickly. I also picked the first stalks of rhubarb which I stewed and ate with custard.
We'll do more on Sunday, after tomorrow's concert, but for now we'll rest and heal our aching muscles.