Oh crap, why did you commit to this? You arsehole, Turley.
Hmm. Arsehole. I suppose I could make a blog out of that.
Mind you, that wouldn't be very lady-like. And, possibly, as any post using the word arsehole might make reference to Mr Trump it might alienate my lovely American readers. So, no can do.
Oh okay, let clutch at some straws.
Okay, they're round and green. Sometimes red. Even a bit pinkish. They can be crunchy. They are super for making cider from though. If only I had some cider...
Oh, and a couple of hours ago, I found some old wrinkled apples that kinda looked like shrivelled testicles in the back of my fridge. Now in normal circumstances, I would probably try to lob them into the bin from about 2 metres but because of the extraordinary circumstances the world finds itself in and I three adult sons to feed on about a tenner a week I went:
"Yayyyyyyyyy! Food! Oh dear God. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Then I raided the freezer to see if there was anything that could accompany four shrivelled
And I found some blackcurrants. Now I am not sure how old these blackcurrants are but I would say anywhere between 3 and 15 years old.
So folks, I am in the process of making apple and blackcurrant crumble. I hope. I say this as I am not sure how old my flour is yet. It may be like cement.
If I do not appear here tomorrow is not because I have been hit by Covid 19 (yet and, hopefully, never) but because I succumbed to food poisoning.
Stay safe, Everyone. See you tomorrow.
Ps. Anyone who thought the title of this blog was leading to something else needs to clean-up their thoughts.