All apart from the melon. No longer getting twisted. It died... having been convinced it was in a hot Mediterranean country for the first few weeks of its life, things suddenly getting a bit crappy and British again were too much. Also, I should have grown it under cover.
But even as we are still chomping through the marrow my brother grew, the tiny tiddler courgettes on our plot are turning into zeppelins.
|Things OH grew.|
|Hidden round the plot, several pumpkins! And that's a weed...|
|Not stripy marrow... and a ladybird.|
I need to be a bit more RAWK.
I might dye my hair pink.
Yeah, and sit in the house looking all bright and that.