Another whiff of Jeyes Fluid

3 May 2010

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Surprisingly, this is one of the most visited posts on this blog. Maybe there’s something about Jeyes Fluid that I don’t know about.

Anyway. Bank Holiday weekend. Wet Bank Holiday weekend. What are going to do?

Stink out the place and disinfect the greenhouse. Obvious.


Gewächshaus? Nein danke! :-)

11 March 2009

Slight bit of drama from Monday.

As it’s coming to the end of the financial (and holiday) year, I’ve had a few days off and I’m doing the same next week.

Not that the weather was up to much.

It’s been windy. Well, it’s always windy in north Devon.

Thursday was a whiteout. Friday was better although the ground was still icy and not easy to dig. I had to dodge showers on Saturday and Sunday. But, Monday was best despite a brisk breeze.

After half-an-hour of pottering about, I suddenly noticed that the shed on allotment 6 had blown over! It must have happened over night in the gale. Yes, I’m unobservant.

Allotment rules prohibit permanent fixings, so Jim had just placed the wooden shed on a temporary foundation of breeze blocks. Obviously, the weight of garden implements was not enough to hold it down.

The shed was at 45 degrees, resting on a couple of steel drums that Patrick uses to collect water. It was still in one piece though some of the planking had cracked.

Due to my feebleness, I had to wait until Arthur showed up an hour later to put the shed upright. Feeble or not, if I had tried it myself, it might have tipped over the other way.

And, that’s one of the reasons I don’t want a shed or a greenhouse on my allotment.

You may feel a small prick

6 May 2008


For the last year and a bit I have been suffering from trigger finger, a rather unpleasant and irritating feeling. The condition is most noticeable when my hand has been at rest for awhile. The middle finger on my right hand locks in the claw position. To straighten it, I have to pull it, causing a clicking and a slight pain.

A steroid injection dissolves the nodule that causes the clicking. I hate injections. But, what you going to do? I can’t go around with a claw hand, or even part of a claw hand.

Then again, the condition doesn’t affect my digging. (Yeah, that’s the good news.) In fact, activity like digging improves the mobility.

For someone in a sedentary job, it’s probably wise to cure the locking. One of the doctors in the local surgery can carry out the injection. Apparently, you have to know what you are doing. At least, that’s what he says.

So, on my day off, and a day after my birthday, and the best day of the year, I endure a small prick and an pushing sensation in my hand as the doctor finds the right place to release the drug. The injection includes a small amount of anaesthetic to make it less painful. That means I spent most of the afternoon with a numb right hand. Well, that matches the numbness and pins and needles from my neck problems.

Excellent all around.


In better news, it was such a nice day that I gave the cucumber, tomato and chilli seedlings a treat of sun in the greenhouse.


It was also a great day to plant salad leaves. I put in a bunch of rocket, oriental leaves, rhubarb chard, baby spinach and lettuce. For a change, I popped in a few short rows of cornflowers, which I love.


Next to the spinach (protected from the birds by my horrid, but cheap, coldframe), I have sown some wild poppies. No idea how these will turn out, but again it’s a bit of colour to contrast the green of all the lovely leaves I hope will grow in the raised bed.