Our last place was being run as a charity by an undischarged bankrupt called Anette who'd made all sorts of allegations against all sorts of people (sexual harassment was the one that would be funny if it wasn't so serious for the accused (not us.)) Not a British national, but an old school South African come to run away from the end of apartheid. Probably for good reason. Anyway. She orchestrated the removal of my ex because they didn't get on. Could have fought it, couldn't be bothered. Getting away from people like that is its own reward.
Happily my new allotment suffers no such deficits yet.
Does anyone read blogs any more?
