I joined the lovely Eastcote Horticultural Society today however, my first vist was not a great success. The society is based in a large shed full of gardening products and behind it are the local allotments. I arrived with David in the single pushchair and Chloe in the sling and all started out well. A lady took down my details whilst a lovely man called Alan gave me some advice about sourcing local manure. Apparently there is a stable called Jacks on Fore Street where they give away rotted manure for free - you just turn up and load up.
David was desperate to get out of his puschchair so I made the fatal mistake of letting him wander around. Just as I was paying my £2 sub, buying some garlic and chatting to a lady about transplanting my roses, a man appeared holding David's hands out in front of him. They were covered with a black gooey substance. Apparently he had undone the lid of a can of something potent and definitely poisonous and had managed to smear it all over his brand new Gap jacket - thank goodness he hadn't put any of the stuff in his mouth. By now several other people were milling around as I tried to sort out the mess with a protesting Chloe strapped to my front. Luckily everyone was very friendly. One old boy chuckled as he watched me attempting to clean David's hands with babywipes, "I hope this doesn't put you off bringing the young lad again - he's at the perfect age for this now".
Friendly, yes. Helpful, definitely not. I made a hasty exit with my garlic and newly acquired knowledge about local manure and roses.
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