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I am not so sure that was a good idea.
I caved and bought tomato plants. Only two of them, mind.

You may ask where the idiocy in that lies.

The answer is that neither myself nor my other half like tomatoes, unless they come from a tin and are the sort you squiz around in a frying pan for a while to make either pasta or pizza sauce.

The first was one of those 'fresh product' thingys that Morrisons does - plants that actually have fruit on them already, making them more enticing - it looked so alone and crumpled and unloved on the discount shelf, I had to rescue it. It's a cherry tomato plant - I have even less use for cherry tomatoes than I do for normal ones.

Now it looks so alone in it's pot, I bought another tomato plant from the garden centre I walk past to get home.

I believe this may be a new level of insanity - I am anthropomorphising tomato plants. Go me.

No idea what sort of tomato plant this new one is until it actually starts producing fruit. I hoep they're reasonably big, so I can attempt turning them into sauce. I feel guilty throwing away the cherry sized ones every couple of days, for lack of anything else to do with them.

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