There was a story on the news tonight about how homo sapiens are now thought to have spent a good few thousand years alongside our neanderthal cousins before the latter bit the dust, trading, exchanging and even mating with them. Well, we saw some powerful evidence for the existence of unevolved barbarian DNA in the gene pool when we went down to the allotments last night. After a period of relative and very enjoyable calm, the marauding turds that have taken it upon themselves to vandalise the water supply in the past have had another go.
|Pipes slashed again. Yawn.|
In any case, they left four barrels full of water on our plot, so we're fine there. The commitee have said they will be looking to repair the system at some point. It's all just so daft and pointless!
We also brought home our crop of spring-planted onions, which had been drying in the shed. If the knuckle-draggers had nicked or damaged these I'd have been considerably more hacked off.
There was quite a serious quantity, enough to fill a whole sack, not that Albert was very impressed. This is in addition to the autumn planted ones that we're slowly munching our way through. Safe to say we won't be needing to buy any onions for quite some time.
May your garden remain a dickhead-free zone!