Tomatoes

Maw didn't grow any tomatoes last year, which I think was a mistake in retrospect. So amends were made today - I drove her down to the garden centre and guess who there wandering amongst the petunias? Go on , guess.
Wrong. It was Alistair Darling, so it was. BetterTogether, that's his catchy strapline.
So here are the tomatoes in maw's greenhouse. The water butt is filled, the canes tied up and the pollinating brush to hand. All we need now is some bloody sun. And warmth.
Right, podcasts loaded, I'm off for a stroll up to Bruntsfield; there's a need for a bottle to have with dinnah.