Junk & Disorderly

Sunday’s usually start slowly – that is how I know it’s Sunday.  Every other day the alarm goes off in the dark (although I must say the mornings are getting lighter already), but on Sunday Mr B manages to drag himself out first and comes back upstairs with cups of tea.

F went down later and made cornbread (it smells of melted butter), and grilled some bacon and brewed coffee.  I pass on the coffee and I am only allowed to smell the bread.  I get a morsel of bacon.

After the bird feeders had been restocked, F disappeared in the overalls and big boots carrying her shovel.  That means she is going digging again.  The day was very sunny and calm – Spring-like -  so I retired to the spare bedroom which gets the best undisturbed sun.  My relaxation only lasted a couple of hours however before I was scooped into the van and we set off with that trailer thing following us again.  Destination: Chichester and a visit to Mr B senior, where we all had a meal of some very nice casseroled chicken that F tipped out of a box we had stowed in the van (along with that cornbread).

It was only on the return trip that the reason for the trailer following us became apparent: more farmyard muck.  This time we were greeted at the farmyard gate by a marmalade blotched tabby cat who strutted about like he owned the place.  Possibly he does.  I watched him from the back window of the van.

Muck loaded, we careered back to the allotment, where my humans discharged the load while I investigated the neighbours’ gardens.  At least one adjoining one has some really nice bramble patches to disappear into….

Speaking of brambles… (but NO – F Tells me that is another post)

Our own plot is nearly corralled into garden shape (which doesn’t mean I approve.  It is a bit of an abuse of nature, but it does make F happier about growing those vegetable things she likes to eat).  Lots of humans were out in the sunshine ‘doing stuff’ on their allotments.   Some were digging too, others were rearranging the debris.  More debris (old doors) was deposited on the adjoining one we showed you a few weeks ago and the humans who brought the debris were heard to comment as they left that they could ‘blitz it next weekend’.  I wonder if ‘next weekend’ ever comes.  They would be unlikely to get a nicer day than Sunday for spending time ‘blitzing’ their piles of junk.

Speaking of junk, an advert has appeared on our TV for some kind of business insurance which plays on the names of real or made up businesses – like Pane in the Glass, Curl Up and Dye, and Rough Around the Hedges – which my humans were discussing when F mentioned her favourite (real) business name was a second-hand shop called Junk and Disorderly. 

That could be the name of our neighbour’s allotment.