You leave for 10 days...

...and come back to discover that the Courgette-headed aliens from Gamma Sagittarii IV have taken over the allotment. Jings!

You are supposed to pick these round courgettes (ie zucchini) when they are the size of a tennis ball, or so. Still, they seem to keep their flavour, unlike marrows.
We had a couple of the slightly smaller ones tonight, stuffed with yellow peppers and chorizo. Yummy.

I have backblipped our trip to Belgium. A great time.
I wont insult your or my intelligence by promising to catch up with everyone's journal in the next wee while, we both know that it ain't really possible. But it is nice to be "home" :)

Yikes, work tomorrow! How does one do that, again?