'lost the plot' - technically I'm still losing the plot but it implies...well, you know...
'it-mentallot' - anagram of how important an allotment is to me. But past tense doesn't work....
'hipdeepinweeds'(which I may use for the blog once I finally get one),
'Isoiledmyself' - but I haven't got one yet so technically a lie
'mudfretandfears'
All of mininmal mirth factor to be honest. Of course rather than a blog name I could name myself something different
'Veggie-Kray'
'Plot-Cotton'
However I settled for 'A Seedy Plot' as I figured that at some point I'd have to make some kind of bribe to a local councillor to have any chance of getting a plot before arthritis/dementia kicks in, and this fits in nicely with the theme.
So anyway, I've now waited about 5 or 6 days for a response to my initial waiting list confirmation, asking to go on to two more allotment sites which are also within walking distance of my house (marked with a red X).
As it stands I've applied for site 3, which although technically a fair bit further from my flat, but supposedly has a 0 months waiting list.... Now that I've learned I'm 13th in line I want to apply for the smaller but closer number 6, and for the hell of it I might as well also apply for number 2. Who knows, a sudden bout of plague might sweep across the North Eastern reaches of Stevenage and I could get lucky.
So, I'm going to fill in 2 more application forms and chance my arm
It's frustrating as hell having no garden or any useable outside space after having such a lovely garden before....
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