IF ever I consider a change of career, I may just have found my vocation - an eco-greenhouse builder.
Okay there may not be much of a demand for such a position at the moment, but once people spy the magnificent structure currently being erected at my son’s nursery I’m sure all that will change.
Admittedly there’s not a lot of skill involved - especially when someone more adept with a hammer and saw than myself has already constructed the frame - but a morning spent turning a pile of garden canes and plastic bottles into something resembling a greenhouse gave me a certain amount of satisfaction.
Now the attention of the staff at Kool Kidz in Denny is turning to what to grow - and I’d like to make a plea.
Yes to tomatoes, but definite no to courgettes.
I’ve never been a fan of the slimey, green cucumber impostors but I was put off for life at a family picnic when my sister-in-law tried to serve some in a cake.
I kid you not - a courgette cake.
‘‘You don’t even taste them,’’ she sought to reassure me. Really, then why add the little blighters in the first place?
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