Is your allotment site like mine? The shenanigans that go on at the allotment sites I've known would make even the Houses of Parliament blush. From the tremendous egos on the Committee to the gardeners who strive as hard as they can to be evicted, to the people who don't know one end of a carrot from the other and are steadfastly unwilling to learn (yet amazed when they can't grow anything) to the perfectionists whose plots you can only admire. I've seen it all. It can only happen on an allotment.
It was always going to happen; if you throw an assortment of people from different backgrounds together, and have them as close neighbours, personalities clash and competitiveness abounds. While trying to keep it light-hearted what's the oddest tale you have about your site? I could fill a book