Whether it has anything to do with a conversation we had with some old friends we bumped into today at the site, well I don't know, but either way we've decided our plan of action and it is this: write a letter to the council guy (and the site reps, though just for their info) stating how unhappy we are with the situation, listing all the contradictory pieces of information we've had, including a new gem today which is that the guy whose plot it 'actually' is had five letters about his plot not being used, oh and that he has got solicitors involved, and threatening that we will take the matter up with our local councillor if the council won't do anything more than just offer us another plot and give us free rent for a year. What about the four months of hard graft we've put in throughout the cold, wintery, snowy months? We want a whole plot! We want the council to pay for wood for all the beds we want to build! We want a shed! And tools! And a lifetime supply of chocolate spread! Oh no hang on, that has nothing to do with allotments... We want an apology and acceptance of blame!
Why are we going to all this trouble? Well, why not? Life is boring sometimes and it's good to spice things up a bit. And I feel that we're not just doing this for me and Baz, we're doing it for all the allotment tenants who have to keep up with all these petty rules for site reps and councils who don't really care about giving back to them the respect and gratitude they receive. Yes I know how that sounds and I don't care!
Vive la revolucion!!!
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Oh yes and I also really, really like writing letters...
I can only show you the fruits of the local park, not the fruits of our allotment loom, but they are lovely all the same:
And here is what I have been reduced to doing instead of more digging:
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