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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