You may wonder who on earth lives in a house like this, where the bathroom floor is strewn with potting compost. Answer: it’s the home of a very frustrated gardener. My frustration is not with gardening, but the lack of a garden. In fact, any kind of garden/backyard/outside space at all. I adore my city centre flat but the lack of land is a high price to pay.
I compensate with elaborate window boxes at every window but maintenance of these means mess. I’m not sure many people plant seeds and pot up troughs on the bathroom floor. (The compost lives in the airing cupboard and an Ikea plastic box houses tools, pots, plant food, and so on. The latter is known as ‘The under-bed potting shed’ as that’s exactly where it has to live.)
The wonderful news is that I’ve worked my way up to no.4 on the allotment waiting list (to put this in context, I was no.125 when I first applied). This means I could be gardening at ground level within a year. Just the thought of this makes me smile, that and the little notebook I’m filling with notes of the things I’m longing to grow.