Yesterday was my first day back at Transition Turriefield (a community growing project a few miles from me) where I volunteer to pack vegetables for veg boxes and some local shops.
I was asked if “my lot” wanted any carrots and, if you know me, you will know I never say no to free food, apart from possibly the disgusting Brussels sprout which is the Vegetable of the Devil.
I was given a massive crateful of carrots that couldn’t be sold. Fine by me and my lot.
I put some carrots in a bucket and lugged them over to the old folk’s field.
They were very happy with this and I decided I will go daily to distribute my largesse.
Despite what they want, they’re not having the lot in a oner.
The Happy Couple shared their pile until they had their usual bust-up and then went back to sharing as though nothing had happened.
They always do this. Married life *** sigh ***
Haakon sensibly stayed well clear.
So I threw him his handful and left him to eat in peace.
Bibble kept on shovelling. The carrots made a welcome addition to rather sparse coming-into-Spring rations.
