OK... this is going to sound ridiculous, but I have to share it with you all.
It's time to admit my guilty secret..... I've not been down to my plot since the first week in NOVEMBER..... and I feel really terrible!!! :-[ :-[ :-[
I can make all the usual excuses - not feeling well, lots of rain, helping with school play, Xmas shopping (mine & all my in-laws as they've all had an imagination by-pass ;D), kids and OH at home, blah, blah, blah....
So now, ridiculously, I'm almost scared to go and see how bad it is. I love my plot, it's my little piece of heaven and I feel so gulity. I'm fairly sure all my black weed-proof fabric will have blown away, my carefully horded bits of wood, including the lovely 1/2 a new railway sleeper that I've planned to make into a bench, will have been pinched - not, I hasten to add, by fellow plotties, but by "them" - the figments of my imagination that insist on making me believe that my plot will be a weed-choked wasteland and my lovely new shed will be in bits because of all the storms.
I am going down there tomorrow morning ;D
Tabbycat x
(Now this is the bit where you all need to tell me I'm being daft, and just need to get on and sort it out & not be such a wuss) ;D ;)