When Badger started to take a shine in me it all seemed a little bizarre.
I mean me with an older man? It didn't compute with my idea of a lusty liaison at all. In fact thinking about it, I would have thought the idea completely out of question.
But it is strange just what personalities can do and a little bit of attention. Badger showed me that and no mistake, for an oldie of about sixty he was well and truly well endowed as I was soon to discover in the privacy of his allotment shed, with the rain beating down outside cats and dogs, a good reason to be inside and leaving the allotment to the elements.
I'd recently taken up what seemed to be the new craze in our town, growing one's own vegetables and the like, much better for you I was told and great for the sex life.
Well I guess I was lacking that of late but Badger was about to remedy that with his own brand of vegetable which, come to think of it, bulging in his trousers like that, it could have resembled to a prize marrow, it looked absolutely huge and I was convinced he had some sort of padding in there.
He asked if I had ever done any 'pricking out' and me thinking naughty thoughts he was suggesting something I was at first apprehensive.
"Well come the spring, Pete - see all this mass of tiny Lobelia? - well they need to be thinned out and transplanted in boxes so that they will grow more sturdy and that's what they call pricking out right?"
"I am always willing to learn" I replied and he gave me the most wonderful smile, it felt I was thinking of him as my departed dad but it was more than that, I realised in a funny sort of way I was attracted to him, there he was making all those tiny holes with his 'dibber; a small thing like a pencil he used to make the holes to transplant the Lobelia seedlings.
Then to my surprise Badger started howling with laughter and said " I know what you be thinking' of lad with me talking about sturdy growth, and pricking out and dibbing!" I wondered how he knew that.