Dead heading and digging

Elvis and I are at the allotment today with Mary Bunion, Bernadette and Frank – we tried to invite Nigel Slater to come along and cook our fresh vegetables for lunch; he has not replied.

I could be here for a long while and just in case left Albert a salad and a bag of crisps – I did not give him a time of return.

My homemade wine is not ready but Mary Bunion has supplies to go with our lunch; I would have invited Veronica but she is elsewhere.