TAP WARS broke out at the allotment on Sunday morning. I was pressed with two tasks: mow the verges and water the entire patch. I failed spectacularly on both counts. I forgot to charge the battery on the mini electric flymo the night before; early Sunday morning tap hoggers had already hooked up their hosepipes to the limited water supplies.
Arse.
It’s a little like the towel on the sun bed trick whilst off on your fancy foreign jolly. I don’t do fancy foreign jollies. I also don’t do Sunday morning watering, it seems.
Oh well. I took a little time out, sat on the allotment bench and surveyed my land. The poppies are adding a lush red sweep through the green colour palette. Things are starting to grow. I’ve no idea what most of these things are, but hopefully I’m in for a rich harvest, TAP WARS or no TAP WARS.
