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Cathy was tucked up in bed with the lurgy and we were all going a little stir crazy stuck in the house. When we got there, the first thing I saw was that the pigeons, not content with ruining my brussels, had now had a right go at my purple sprouting broccoli! They obviously just sit on top of the net to weigh it down and then peck at whatever they can through it. I wasn't the only one that suffered, but reckon mine should just about be OK.

We cleared out some of the beds that still had remnants of calabrese etc. in them, which went straight on the compost heap and I started digging. Although digging's always hard work, compared to this time last year it was a breeze. I've decided that I'm not going to use a rotavator again on the plot. Although I needed it to help break up the soil the first year, it's now easy enough to dig and I can take out whatever's left of weed roots by hand. It felt good getting stuck in and Stanley and Connie, although they mucked about a lot, came good in the end as they forked and barrowed a few loads of the highly prized council compost which was quickly disappearing. Can't wait till spring.