Friday, 11 November 2011

It's the fork that counts.

I don't know how I can joke about it really.  It's actually quite sad.
I was tidying up the front bed this morning, when disaster struck.  Either the ground is too hard, or I am.  Or perhaps a combination of the two.  Either way, the fork wasn't up to the battle, and gave way.  It was a nice border fork too.  Ok, so the tines weren't exactly in line any more, and the top of the handle could pinch your hand something rotten, but it still had a good few years service under its belt. 
The silver lining is that I now have a large hand fork (or will, once I've separated the handle completely) as well as a dibber perfect for planting leeks.
What's more, I could also get a nice new fork from Christmas.  It is approaching apace, after all.

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