I earned my brunch tending to this courgette’s siblings. Circular.

I’ve just had to defrost one of my Borough 22 donuts so I could use the space to freeze some home grown runner beans. **SAD FACE**

Nyx, primordial goddess of the night, who is birthed from Chaos. A powerful and Ancient Greek deity bringing darkness and rest. GN.

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Spud taking over crows nest duties at the allotment.

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I’m not used to having a floofy cat. A new piece of essential equipment is a pair of silent bum hole shears. So that’s a job for the weekend.

I used to think I couldn’t really cry. I thought I was broken. Weird as I ‘feel’ a lot of empathy. This year has proved it was just filling up the tanks. Losing these three has tilted me…

My sinuses have detected a small variance in barometric pressure and are trying to expand until they crush my actual skull. Shitty superpower if you ask me!

Messy, simple, homegrown. Grated cucumber and onion on spelt bread, golden and candy beetroot with goats cheese and walnuts.

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Goats cheese and pea risotto with some of the homegrown candy beetroot. I’m turning into a beetroot.

If you don’t water your allotment twice a day it’s like trying to grow a cucumber in the Gobi fucking desert! 🌵 Please rain… pleeeeeeeaase

This is just a few of the 40… YES FORTY.. tomato plants. I’ve gone into overwhelm stasis and can barely eat any now. (I don’t need recipes… I’ve researched them all…it’s just A LOT!).

Bit of fox cub squabble and badger bovver for you…

Grok animated this photo of me and lovely Joy. And now I believe in the matrix,