Oops, need to weed urgently

A morning at the allotment, with Simon following me up and down regaling me with tales of violence and misogyny. I was being polite, but I just tell him to stop now if I don’t want to hear about a bitch on reception or a guy who tried to punch him, or any of his many tales about snakes ( I have a phobia, which I’ve told him, but it’s a subject he likes talking about!!)
He is Airbnb guest for another week, be glad when he’s settled elsewhere. Another downside of lockdown is that myself and any guests are often knocking around the house, it’s not what I’m used to, nor is it what I want, but it pays the bills.