December 2012

From My Allotment Diary (Thurs. Dec. 20th, 2012)

December 20, 2012 by BigGee   Comments (2)

Will the sun ever shine again? It's flood time again here. I'm almost as sick of moaning about the weather as I am of the weather!

I actually managed to get down on the lottie last week - not a totally pleasurable experience. I got my bamboo canes rounded up and they're know tucked up in the polytunnel.


Josie also managed to lift some beetroot, parsnips & swedes as well, I bet they were glad to get out of the waterlogged soil!

The cabbages, sprouts and other greens have been a failure - mainly due to the fact that they've been under water for almost as long as they've been above it! Ah well, it'll just have to be put down to experience. The one thing you quickly learn when you grow veg. is that you have to take the rough with the smooth. This season has been mega rough, but totally unavoidable, but hey! That's the joy of it. If everything grew perfect every year with perfect weather it would soon start to become predictably boring wouldn't it?

It's been pretty uneventful for the last few weeks, my mate Stephen calls in on me for a chat once a week - on his way home from work. It's nice to plan what we hope to do next season on the allotment site. At this time of the year we seem to miss each other down there so a weekly chat is most welcome!

As some who read this blog know I've actually been given an eviction order to get off my plot by the 6th of this month, well I'm still here and planning for the coming year. There have been developments on that front, I can't go into details for fear of who reads my blog, but it's very encouraging. I'll report back on that situation later on.

So, I've cleared my desk in time for the "mad" break. The latest news-letter got mailed out this week (a big job to find anything to write about at this time of the year), I hope you all enjoyed it just the same. The Chat-Shed is very quiet. Most of the contributors are being dragged around the shops or being Shanghai'd to put the decorations up I guess!

I hope everyone has a nice time over the holidays. Tomorrow is the shortest day of the year. You know what that means don't you? The days will start to get longer on Saturday! I know it's a bit premature to start thinking about lighter nights but I feel a glimmer of hope after the 21st!


From My Allotment Diary (Wed. Dec. 5th, 2012)

December 5, 2012 by BigGee   Comments (3)

I've had a long break from my Blog. But there again I've had a LONG break from my allotment!

It's never a busy time on the lottie at this time of the year, but there's a thousand and one things I need to do down there, but it's the same old story as it's been all year. You wait in the wings for the weather and it never appears! The spring was a total wash-out, so everything was hurried in fits and starts and everyone was way behind. When that usually happens you get time to catch up as the weather improves going into late spring - it never happened. All the summer was a struggle, I don't think I had more than two days of dry weather and the ground just got flooded and sodden week in week out. So catch-up was never on. In September I hoped against hope that I could get a little slot in autumn to clear up ready for winter and a proper start next spring. Has it happened? You've got to be joking! It's worse than ever. I'm now in December and I haven't properly cleared up my plot, haven't taken any manure out and I can't take Big Bertha out of the polytunnel to turn things over - WHAT A DISASTER! However, I do console myself with the thought that even if I had been able to do some work on the lottie, I wouldn't have been able to.

My mother fell a few times and got taken into hospital at the beginning of November. She was in for about three weeks, which meant a daily 30+ mile journey to visit, we also had to take care of her house and daily chores (which is the same distance in the other direction) so everything else went on the back-burner. That absolved my conscience for not getting on at the lottie - although the weather was a good back-up excuse!

She eventually came out and stayed with us for a week. On her constant insistence (sounds better than nagging) she then went back to her house, so we stayed with her there for a short time. Anyway, she seems pretty much back to normal. Apparently the root problem was TIAs (a mini stroke). She also had an urinary infection which didn't help things.

She's from that generation that don't like fuss. She's very matter of fact about her illness and any help offered. When the occupational therapist visited her in hospital she got a nightmare from Mam "I don't need silly contraptions to help me" or "I've managed for 83 years without this nonsense why start now". The other favourite was "people today are such childish fuss-pots, why don't they just get on with things without these silly toys" - you gt my gist!

Apparently Dave (tig2dave) on here has the same scenario with his Dad who's over ninety. We were comparing notes earlier. Like my mother, his Dad said he would throw any carers out of his house! That's exactly what my Mam threatened to do if any carers came near her. It seems that they're both quite fit and from a working class generation that just got on with things with a minimalist amount of fuss. It has it's disadvantages and advantages. What they both also have in common is a fighting spirit and a streak of stubbornness as wide as a motorway road! My Mam seems to think that modern people are soft, basically lazy, childish and act like drama queens. On the whole I can't argue too much about that - we do have a negative change in attitudes and a tenancy to make things excessively easy for ourselves in the Western World, we also tend to lack common sense, individual initiative taking and the shouldering of any responsibilities - these seem to be a thing of the past. God help us if we hit a real crisis - perhaps I'm getting old as well & the Victor Meldrew syndrome is starting to set in!

Well tomorrow is the deadline for me to vacate my plot! It's a long story, but the lunatics now in charge of the asylum (our allotment association) decided at their AGM that they should kick me out for having the audacity of pointing out in a letter to the committee that we are in danger of crumbling as an association and also in danger of being kicked off the site because the majority want to have an allotment, but don't want to work them. The committee have done absolutely nothing for a year & were asked why this is so. The site has become a local (much talked-about) eye-sore, with only a handful of us keeping the flag flying. Some have not cultivated their plots for two seasons (we've only been in existence for just over three years). We have thirteen on the waiting list, who are straining at the leash whilst incumbent plot-holders are allowed to stay on there and do nothing - letting the site go to rack & ruin. The evils of cliques!

Anyway suffice to say, I don't think I'll be going anywhere soon. I'm being evicted apparently because they've decided to "invoke" (in their words) Clause 16.12 of the tenancy agreement (which I wrote for them!). That clause reads:

The Tenant understands that any nuisance, annoyance or harassment (relating to race, gender, disability, age, sexual orientation, religion or other matter) to any Tenant, if proven, will result in immediate termination of the Tenancy by The LANDLORD whose decision shall be final.

What I'm supposed to have done, where my warning & proof of my alleged misademour is I don't know! Perhaps coming runner up in the town's Aberaeron In Bloom competition for the best vegetable growing plot was my downfall!

This could get interesting! However I really could do without rubbish like this at the moment. I have far more important fish to fry.



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