Revolutionary Rants

Muggy doesn’t even come close to describing the weather the last couple of days. After torrential rain all last week (thanks BBC for pointing out a monsoon is not rain but a wind - or a very expensive capitalist shop, alternatively), a sliver of sun on Saturday between grey clouds and a lovely day on Sunday we now have grey skies and mug, mug, mug.

On the bight side, we (Mum, Sarah, niece and nephew) got to Crealy Adventure Park on Saturday and had an absolutely fab day. We loved the petting area where we met pygmy goats, ponies, a cow called Queenie and other animals; we adored the log flume (on which we had three goes in all), pirate ship (seven goes), roller-coaster (only one go, as it was a bit boring) and really hated waiting for nearly an hour to get on a double go-kart for a couple of minutes round the track (niece had the same wait for a pony ride). Apart from that waste of valuable time we had a blast.

We rest of our long weekend - Chicken was off on Friday - was spent pottling. I even got down on to the allotment on Sunday. In the wet weather the weeds have burst back with a vengeance, dammit. Still, the sweetcorn is looking surprisingly high, my beetroot is growing well, some carrots have come through, the runners are climbing high and most of the rest is fine. Apart from some of my lettuces, which have been slugged… But I did eat a large portion of what was left for my lunch yesterday at work! My first crop: bliss.

My poor brother now has sciatica and a very bad back, throwing our trip to see Jools Holland on Saturday in to doubt and also even our holiday. I hope he gets well soon, poor old thing…