Neglect of one's allotment, like being a hoarder, brings its own penalties.
All that digging and weeding yesterday, filled as I was with enthusiasm and vim, not to mention vigour, resulted in my back becoming progressively more painful as the evening wore on. My own fault for carrying on beyond the point of stiffness.
After a miserable night, I decided I had to spend today on the sofa, well-propped up with cushions and a hot water bottle. Sitting at a computer being so uncomfortable, the usual escape of blog-reading wasn't an option; I'm off to bed now, and hope to be more mobile tomorrow.
I was galvanised into action at around 5 p.m., however, when Millie brought in a large and lively mouse, which I had to rescue as it scuttled round the kitchen, and release; there's something about high-speed mousing that helps one to forget a painful back!
But I prefer paracetamol.