Rooney

My parents bought me a scarecrow for my birthday last year. My kids named him Rooney. A little harsh on the scarecrow as he has more brains than that. After spending the winter months gazing out of the shed window, Rooney is now back in action, standing guard over the sprouting over-wintered red onions and garlic. Having taken a battering in the wind and rain, and seeing how his original clothes were sun-bleached, Rooney has had a change in outfit: I've dressed him up in one of my old work shirts and a broken belt. All he needs now is new hat.

I'm like an allotment Gok Wan.