Well, well. A small allotment triumph. The doomed courgette and its doomed companions have picked up – despite the fresh horse shit. This mini squash looks promising.
I'm never one to look on the gloomy side. As you know.
But on those few, rare-as-rocking-horse-shit occasions when I predict doom and disaster, it's not so terrible.
If things turn round, I'm pleasantly surprised. If not, so what?










