Onions

'There's a man that knows his onions' they used to say. But only in the literal sense. And now, given this flowered, miserable-sized mess, they won't even say that any more.

In all other aspects, today was a great success. A day was taken off specifically to spend more than twenty minutes at the allotment. A lot of work was done, and a lot of food harvested.

In the afternoon, my fantasy of getting the balance of food, sleep, nappies and bumpy footpaths right came true and I was able to have a pint in the Stables Bar. This is not the place to discuss how long it took to drink the last three-quarters of the pint, but the first quarter in the brilliant sun was a very relaxing treat.

Tonight is pretty grumpy baby-wise.