Don't want to seem ungrateful, but why do so many of our walks now come home via the allotment, where Dad gathers ANOTHER carrier bag full of French beans for the freezer. He gives wads away to neighbours and still the freezer is bursting with them - yellow ones, purple ones and green - we got all colours.
The walk is good but the standing around in the allotment is boring. There's not much to do except chase Haggis around the plots, rootle in the compost heaps for rats and mice, "challenge" (= tentatively bark at but not so much they's actually come back at you!) passing dogs on the foot path, steal the strawberries and harrass Dad for fusses in between the attempts to pick beans.
My but it's Autumnal - 8/8 cloud, blustery wind, driving rain, gloom. Season of mists? It'd have to stop blowing a gale before there was any chance of mists. Felix has developed an autumn cold and sniffs and sneezes his way through the day. There is talk of the vets for him, but because he's only an inherited "foster" cat, he's the only one of us that's not jabbed up annually known to the vet since birth.
All the best
Deefs
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