Took daughter number 2 out (9 years old) to get some apples from our tree. First time she's climbed a proper tree, dead please with herself for getting high up, shimmying out onto a thin limb to get the biggest, juiciest, best looking apple of the bunch in the most dangerous place on he tree (dangling into next door neighbours garden).</p> Gets back into house, saves special one till the end, peels all the scabby other ones for a crumble then takes a huge bite of 'the golden apple' to have to spit it out - the bitterest Barsteward in the world!!!! There's a message in here somewhere, possibly even a moral but I'm struggling to get it! Work hard, try your best, do dangerous deeds and get a mouth full of bitterness! </p> PS - I know it wouldn't make a riveting film and it's not a name the film competition, but if it was a film, the apple would've tast great and we'd all live h.e.a!(shithappens) </p>
Funny story about fruit alert... I took a group of kids to Scout Dike, from one of the rougher parts of Barnsley. Whilst we were there they had to pick up a packed lunch whilst we went out on one of the long walks (think it was the Langsett walk). The cooks brought out the fruit tray and one of the kids picked up an orange which was one of the larger varieties, it was the size of a grapefruit to be fair. She said, "Bloody hell, look at the size of this orange", to which one of the other kids replied (in a tone akin to an expert assessor of oranges) "Ahh, that'll be one of those cooking oranges!"</p> I had a little smile to missen at that. </p>