In the absence of a greenhouse, we have to protect our little seedlings from the night-time chills the only way we can – by inviting them to live with us.
A kitchen windowsill would be ideal, but our kitchen is north-facing and gets no sunshine; we’ve previously tried growing herbs here to no avail.
So the little tykes end up monopolising the one permanently sunny spot in our house – the window seat in our living room.
That’s right, in our living room, we’re currently growing potatoes, peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers and celeriac. The window seat is all theirs.
“No, please Mr Potato, you take the seat, we’ll just sit here on the floor. We’ll be fine, honestly.”
If this kind of mollycoddling doesn’t ensure a delicious and plentiful crop, I don’t know what will.