Everything coming at once.
Isn’t it strange how everything seems to happen at the wrong time? After waiting years for an allotment, I’m offered one just as I’m about to go on holiday, with the warning if I don’t accept and start cultivating it within about three weeks, I’ll lose it.
This is absolutely impossible of course. I’ll have to write to them and explain why. After my holiday, I have other things to sort out first, and before I can even begin to start work on my allotment plot, I’ll have to first arrange to collect the keys, then get some gardening tools and somehow erect something to store them in. So I’ll be lucky if any actual gardening gets done for a month.
Today I set aside the morning to do loads of things which need to be cleared up before going away on Friday. What happens? The Fire Brigade just ring up and say they are coming round this morning to check my Fire Alarms.

