Saturday, 29 January 2011

Don’t ask, don’t get.

I made this postcard to send to the local allotment site manager requesting a plot and it worked, I’m now on the waiting list. Number 204 but at least I’m on it!
Posted by westendmum at 15:17
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30 January 2011 at 11:29
Marie said...

Ooh, very exciting. I would love an allotment. No idea if they have them in the USA though! Good luck, hope the waiting list flies and you're no 1 before too long.

30 January 2011 at 17:08

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