I come before you saddened.

I haven't managed to get to the allotment since the beginning of the week so, after work and a visit to my Nan's and watching Significant Other washing her car, I made the effort to get there to water my strawberries and pick a little.

One or two lovely bright red strawberries had been ignored by the birds and therefore left for me. I can assure you that there is nothing nicer than a freshly picked, sun warmed strawberry. The sweetness. The juiciness. ...