The happy partnership15 Jan 2021 07:52
A story for you.
A well-heeled house owner, let’s call him NC, made friends at a neighbours party with the people across the road who had an allotment. They were separated by a small strip of land, but became friendly. The allotment holders, let’s call them the GG family, gradually charmed NC with the way they grew their veg and fruit and NC offered to help them grow even more by lending their tools and money on occasion to buy seeds. As the allotment grew so did the trusted friendship, and the bounteous surplus produce got sold at a local market making them some good money.
The GGs were quite good at it and decided to apply for other allotments. NC offered them money to expand a bit, and whilst they were waiting for the seeds to grow in allotment #2 they realised that allotment #1 was a rich and fertile spot with more growing than they could have imagined.
The relationship grew stronger. The news spread about their happy friendship but news reached the ears of the big fruit and veg conglomerates who wanted the fertile allotments for themselves. They approached NC with an offer to buy the house and allotments, plus some of the other allotments nearby.
NC was well set in life with a tidy pension, and the GGs were a young family with many plans for the future. After many months of discussion the friendship lasted right to the point where the conglomerate, BG, bought everything - house and allotments. The neighbourhood changed and NC and the GGs got jobs with BG so their magic formula would keep thefruit and veg project growing.
Friends and family were worried for them, but the deal was signed - a delay in the middle of it because of the GGs scallywag of a son going awol caused some bother - but ultimately over the years ahead they all got a crate of fruit and veg every month as well as the well paid jobs and a pile of money. And the son turned out to be the first of the children to become an even more spectacular success than his older sister who herself was a world renowned maiden.
Other stories are permitted. Musings rather than fact.
GLA