Round up...

... no, not the extremely potent herbicide that is sprayed around by farmers, gardeners, and random folk who want perfect block paving, but something that I had to do:

These are the half-finished contents of various little boxes that are within a paintbrush throw of my work (dining) table. They've been gathering dust for various lengths of time, but tonight I decided that they needed to be revisited and put back on the painting table. The resultant mass rally is a fine illustration of the butterfly syndrome that many of us suffer from: the photographs show - German paras, Dutch infantry, German artillery, Dutch artillery, British artillery in the Sudan, Cuban invaders for the Bay of Pigs, Hanoverian standard bearers, Turkish officers (for 'Back of Beyond'), Italian infantry and the current refurb - the KV2.

Something must be done! Yes, I must finish the beggars, one and all (and the 20mm railway staff, navvies and coppers, plus the 25mm Home Guard and spigot mortar that didn't make it into the photos).

On a more productive note, I haven't been down to my allotment plot for two months, not since my blood clot fun. So, it was with trepidation that I slowly made my way down there. It was another grey, wet, wet day, with the smell of rotting everything in the air, but the swedes that I had planted at the end of the summer have survived. And here are some of the heroic root veg:

Scots call these 'neeps', and they are eaten in combination with potatoes - 'tatties and neeps'. Although I live in the Heart of England, I am heavily influenced by the Scot that must be obeyed (or, 'her indoors' as the phrase once was). Happily for Mrs Front, I planted a lot of neeps...