When I went to the historic building I remembered that they have two purple sage plants in addition to the ordinary, green one. I wanted to buy a purple one for my allotment, but all they had was Salvia Officinalis Tricolor, which is a bit too camp for my liking. So I came up with a brainwave; I had a word with the gardener and took the smaller of the purple plants with me for the allotment. When I returned I planted the Tricolor in its place.
It wasn't the best visit to date. Something had eaten all the brassica leaves down to the veins. I'm not unduly worried about that. They were an impulse buy. I'd rather grow me marrow and other stuff instead. I hope I'm not speaking too soon but the broad beans remain unscathed, and are in full bloom. The gooseberry bush that I bought in the pound shop is hanging on for dear life and has started to produce tiny, new leaves.
While I was there I got stung in the face by a bee. In the kerfuffle my glasses flew off, and I couldn't see the ground well enough to find them. Luckily two women were working one of the neighbouring allotments, and one of them came and found my goggles for me. She told me that there are two large beehives in the adjacent field. That's something I need to bear in mind for the future. I am passionate about the protection of bees, but I don't feel much sympathy for the cunt that stung me. The poor thing would have died on the spot after it went for me.
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