Call me Samantha Brick, but I’d barely got my gardening gloves on, when suitors began opening doors and bearing gifts. Ok, so I opened my (shed) door myself , the gifts were a few knobbly carrots and the bearers several decades my senior. But who cares, by allotment standards, I’m hot stuff.

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