“I don’t envy you, you have your work cut out” piped up neighbour and fellow Irishman E as I harvested another crop ahead of winter storage. Once again, I said that it was he who had inspired me to create a football pitch sized vegetable patch in what was the jungle, with his warnings of a post Brexit lockdown apocalypse with empty shelves in all the food stores as Christmas loomed. He repeated his dire predictions as I dug up the rest of the spring onions.
Well I’ll be alright Jack should E’s warnings prive correct. If not, at least, we will be somewhat insulated from soaring food prices.
As you can see below my trug, another early Christmas present to myself is full. Now to topping, tailing, cleaning and freezing. That has to be juggled between my day job, doing the cooking and figuring out how we will survive another week of Jayarani childcare as her loose nappies continue which means she cannot go to a nursery whose uber expnsives fees we pay for anyway. My guess is that this is a late in the night job tonight.
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