forks1On Sunday I was down on the allotment at 6.45 a.m.

It wasn’t because I’m hardcore allotmenteer, but rather that I had taken the family to the airport for an early morning flight at silly o’clock.

I fully intended to go back home and go straight back to bed, but after haring down the motorway I was too awake.

It was a fine morning and I spent a wonderful couple of hours working and noodling about.

Then an odd thing happened. Not wanting to overdo it, I thought to myself “Time to go home”, at which very point a tine snapped off the fork I was digging with. It was a stainless steel one so I was a bit surprised and also a bit saddened as it was an old favourite.

Mind you, I have bought an even better one now.