June 8, 2013 by Hannah
The day has finally come when I can announce that I have a greenhouse, or at least something with a clear plastic roof which reaches a temperature high of 30 degrees. I have to admit to feeling like doing some sort of very American victory lap with a lot of macho ‘BOO YAHS!’, when I see it.
A very kind family member helped me to make it; although help may be too strong a word for handing the person who is buying, cutting, sawing and measuring the materials a screwdriver and screw on request. How and ever he claims that he couldn’t have done it without me, a claim he reiterated whilst straddling and securing the roof singlehandedly with a power drill and a pocket full of metal screws. We adhered to the strict timetable of builders’ tea and scone breaks, but were a little more laissez faire when it came to health and safety.
A slightly embarrassing part of the build was attempting to surreptitiously hide away the many cans and bottles of beer I seem to have left strewn in various locations around the garden. It didn’t seem appropriate to point them out and claim that they had been for slug traps (which they had) as that may have looked like a case of ‘The lady doth protest too much’. So neither of us mentioned the offending items, and he probably went home thinking that the lovely shed he had ‘helped’ create was an excuse for me to nurse my budding alcoholism and not my budding seedlings.
I’m making a conscious decision to use organic slug pellets from now on.