So much is happening down at the allotments that I hardly know where to begin. The last we saw of head-scarved Harry, he was ashen-faced and coke-addled following his botched gender reassignment. The Lady of Shallot was disembodied in the shed, dreaming of a handsome hobby-horse person she’d glimpsed on another plot. Harry and Shally’s […]
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The romance between scarecrow lovers Harry and the Lady of Shallot was blighted from the get-go. Then our allotment neighbour, in the grip of a fantasy about juicy cukes, erected a massive poly tunnel between them. Nevertheless, I have held out hope for the foiled pair. It is windy at our allotments and I’ve hoped […]
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Regular readers may remember the story of thwarted allotment lovers Harry and the Lady of Shallot.
Imagine my horror when, visiting the allotments yesterday, I discovered that the star-cross’d lovers have suffered yet another cruel setback.
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The day finally came.
A tall dark handsome stranger appeared at the allotments, on a plot a mere stone’s throw from our own.
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