Until very recently I thought that getting sent packages through the post was always exciting. Now things have changed. First of all, the receptionist at my work thinks I’m weird. This began about 2 years ago when we started getting sent meat through the post, so getting sent things to work always feels like a game of ‘how much can Neil annoy the receptionist’. I think I’m going to hit new heights when the fig and apple trees turn up. Anyway, back to the packages. This week we started getting allotment goodies – blackcurrants, raspberries and blueberries, followed by shallots and spring onion seeds. The initial excitement is fast replaced by ‘did we buy the right variety of (plant x)?!’ and then ‘wow (plant x) is surprisingly heavy, how am I going to get it home?!’ before ‘(plant x) needs to be kept dark/dry/wet/cool/warm how can we do that in the flat?’ and then ‘how on earth are we going to grow this, I know nothing about (plant x)?!’ before being finally replaced by ‘what if NOTHING grows?!’
So here are our shallots. Not being kept dark or cool.
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