Persistant veg-e-table state

The area I live in, as well as being as expensive as a Kremlin knocking shop, has a very active gardening community.  They're not the wretched coterie of casual-racist UKIP voters that one usually associates with organisations of this kind, but a loose coalition of middle-aged liberals.  In keeping with the vaguely left-leaning sensibilities that people like this (and me) hold dear, they like to use any available common land for rearing plants that add some value to the locale.  They'll put flowers in ugly areas, and fruit and veg in...err...hungry areas.

The missus joined them yesterday to help plants veggies and herbs in a couple of raised beds outside a community centre up the road.  Previously, these beds were a sort of impromptu weed-infested wheelie bin-cum-urinal for confused drunks on their ways home.

Let's hope the pissing stops when they clap eyes on the rainbow chard.  I'm sure it will.  Drunks have standards after all.  Ahem.