Advanced Pottering

I decided to H take out for the evening. I booked a table at the Mews Restaurant for 8pm on Saturday night. The occasion was that H and I need been seeing each other for twenty eight years. We were very, very young when we met, mere children [ahem]. I was blind sided by H requirement for a new outfit for the occasion. The requirement was to fit in the the next stage of my training too. I had to go with H to Derby to find the outfit. We got there early so the shopping centre was quite empty. It did not suit me at all. H tried to make it interesting by distracting me with the idea I need a new suit for work. Luckily for me H found what she was looking for within an hour and I made my escape back home.

I met Steve at 1pm for mini-veg bed building. It went well. we ended up nice bed 12x5 foot bordered with planks and not a cross word between us. I made the border and Steve got his mini-tiller busy. The soil came up better than I had expected. Steve decided it would look nice with bark chipping borders between the beds and being almost of the same mind we went off to pilfer a barrow load of chipping from the monster pile nearby. It has to be said it does look well. We then had a quorum with the members on site to decided if we could spend the necessary of the club funds to buy enough planks and pegs to make a further three beds. After a rambling debate the members agreed it was a good idea and should be done. Guess who has to get the materials?

Saturday was the warmest day of the year so far. Whilst I was at the lottie almost every member was busy on their plot at some stage in the day. Some lotters [person who has a lottie] were on their second visit of the day, play being interrupted by lunch. I had a chat with everybody 'cos that's what Secretary's do. I made my points, cajoled others and supported the flagging members.

I had to leave at 5pm to get ready for diner. I had been at the lottie since 1pm and done nothing on the plot. I grabbed my spade at about 4.15 and went off to continue the job of turning the ground over in bed 4. I had to do something for myself. It is a good job it is easy to do. The clock in my ipod signalled "times up" so I gathered my stuff and left the lottie to the remaining lotters.

Dinner was very nice but a bit over priced. It was good to be out with H on our own. We usually have diner with other couples which means the blokes talk about bloke things and the women, women things. H and I chatted about living in Ashby, Miss L, Englishness, Theatre or rather the lack of it [a problem for H but not for me] and our respective works. Both H and I have new jobs. H has new classes and my job is evolving which has it's own pressures and uncertainties.

We got home to find Miss L waiting up for us. What time to you call this?!