I wonder if the fact that googling Agen, the no 9 site is Agen rugby club has anything to do with Mr M 's comment. Probably a plum site to visit. Cornwall has had a bumper year for Victorias and ripening at a steady rate without a glut. Just a daily gorge!
This reminds me of notes my brother wrote to our mother. Mostly, there apologised for eating her Easter Eggs. His best friend called him a 'Swine', for eating his mother's eggs.
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-and you took a beautiful photo as well...
ReplyDeleteI love plums. If I found that note in the morning, there would be hell to pay.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of Agen where the plums are transformed into prunes. A lot tastier than it might sound
ReplyDeleteI wonder if the fact that googling Agen, the no 9 site is Agen rugby club has anything to do with Mr M 's comment. Probably a plum site to visit.
ReplyDeleteCornwall has had a bumper year for Victorias and ripening at a steady rate without a glut. Just a daily gorge!
pruneau a l'Armagnac - not recommended by the doctor though I fear
ReplyDelete"And now I have a tummy ache."
ReplyDeleteNow *that* would be a fitting punishment for a plum thief.
And if he had stolen the greengages, well, just he'd just better watch out is all I can say.
a serious case of Damson in distress
ReplyDeleteOne of my favourite poems - though I often wonder if I'd be tolerant if someone ate my plums!
ReplyDeleteOh I remember this poem from school. And trying to sneak plums out of the dining hall!
ReplyDeleteK x
I think that this is one of the best notes ever to be left for someone
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of notes my brother wrote to our mother. Mostly, there apologised for eating her Easter Eggs.
ReplyDeleteHis best friend called him a 'Swine', for eating his mother's eggs.