:: moments when I wish I had brought my camera

There I was at 1pm, outside the local police station with three, count 'em three police officers, me with a garden fork in hand and all of us looking dubiously at the scraggly rhododendrons in their "garden". One of them took the fork off me and started digging up a clump of past-it daffs.

PC1: Don't dig it up! Don't dig it up!
PC2: Why not?
PC1: You'll have to get all those stones off first. If you dig anything up, all the stones will just go into the soil.
PC3: There's plastic underneath too, look.
Me: Oh dear.
PC1: You need a rake or a broom or something.
PC2: A broom?
PC1: To sweep all the stones off.
PC3: You should probably come back on Saturday morning...

Yep, so that's what I'll do then. I got the e-mail saying to turn up to dig up all the plants in the police station garden, but not the other email saying not to bother. All the tools were there and I was willing to give it a go, but cooler heads than mine prevailed. Saturday was supposed to be the planting day but I guess now it'll be the digging-up day. Unless the PCs get motivated. Personally I'd find gardening in a stab vest a bit warm.

Right now I'm off out to plant some stuff in my own patch.