And the winner is.

“Hellooo”, was his plaintive cry into the cold, dark and empty room, “is anybody still there”.

CLICK (that’s the light switch). Hmmm maybe not, they’ve all bu**ered off and I don’t blame them either.

Apologies for not having been around for a while, I’ve had a bit of blogstipation you could say. You know, when you sit there and don’t seem to have anything say. Then when I started to write, all that appeared on the screen was an endless stream of consonants, I think it was a touch of irritable vowel syndrome (sorry, but the old ones are the best).

The fact that I’ve hardly been down to the plot for a few weeks doesn’t help either, this being an allotment blog and all that, which left me a little bereft of things to write about.

However, not to worry, I made the effort to go down yesterday and take advantage of the lull between Wednesday’s monsoon, and today’s weather prediction that we may see a boat with animals on board floating past the window, some time during the day.

Now here’s a question for the boffins of this world. Why don’t  vegetables grow as vigorously, prolific and disease free as  common or garden weeds do? Can’t you get your ar**s into gear and do some transferences of genes or something?

I’ve only been away for a couple of weeks for God’s sake and the plot has turned into to a bloody rain forest of weeds !!!!. As I’ve mentioned before in these ramblings, I take great pride in keeping the place absolutely weed free, to the point some might say, that a psychiatrist could take a keen interest in my behaviour. So you can imagine my utter horror at the sight that greeted me.

For this session, my objective was to take down the runner beans and canes which had suffered in the recent winds, and were now all leaning over at precisely 45 degrees to the right as viewed from the shed.

It was difficult sticking to the task however, surrounded  by all this weed mayhem, and I kept wanting to just grab a hoe and start some serious decapitating. There was Groundsel and Shepherd’s Purse flowering everywhere and positively laughing at me, where’s that psychiatrist again. They wouldn’t have taken much sorting, but lurking amongst them were some real hard cases like Dandelion and Thistle, that would need digging out, so they all lived to see another day.

Eventually after about two hours, I succeeded in clearing the runners and canes and ended up with four bags of beans to bring home and dry out in the greenhouse, enough for my next years seed requirement and that of all other allotment holders within a 30 mile radius of where I live.

One thing of note that did happen last month, was my attendance at the monthly parish council meeting, to receive my certificate and gardening tokens for Best Kept Allotment 2010.

Admittedly I dillied and dallied about going, not being one for these sorts of things, and anyway, how would I cope with all that adulation and autograph signing. Well I needn’t have worried as all the real gardeners were called out before me, with their Firsts, Seconds, Thirds or Highly Commendeds in the open and closed garden sections, eight recipients in total. Some got to keep a silver cup for a whole year.

Eventually my name was called out as a sort of afterthought, and under the blaze of a digital flash I went up to get my reward. The presenter shook my hand as he handed me the certificate above (now proudly displayed on the fridge), and muttered something like “how the hell did you win it?” but which could have been, “well done on winning it”. He then went on to add “what a wonderful example of allotment keeping it was, with not a weed to be seen anywhere”.

If only he knew !