Celebrity

Poor Susan. They build you up and then they knock you down. It's just as well nobody nominated me for the best bloggywog ever award. It'd only go to my head. So congratulations to Arabella for that, whatever it was.

This weekend I've sown another row of peas, planted out the snapdragons and potted the tomatoes into their growbags. Thinking ahead I've also sown some winter cabbages and broccoli. The broad beans are flowering despite the best efforts of the blackfly to wipe them out; between the ladybirds and me with a bit of organic spray we seem to keeping the upper hand.

I'm cropping the spring cabbage now which makes a welcome change from eating broccoli leaves.

Not everything is going according to plan. The carrot rows are still looking patchy although that's not unusual. Germination of the leeks has been abysmal - I don't know what their problem is (although it could be old seed which would be my fault and I'm not having that). So anyway I've sown some more.

Around the edge of the plot the elder trees are frothing up nicely, I suppose I could make some elderflower champagne like that Hugh Fearnly-Whatshisface but I won't. Hey, I could be watching Crap In The Attic or Britain Sings And Dances Its Way Into The Post-Capitalist Bleedin' Apocalypse but I won't be doing that either.