It is officially the end.
It is the end of the month (almost) and the end of the plums. No more plums for me or you, or anybody. All of the plums are gone.
Plum life is over for now.
No more jams
No more jamsIt is officially the end.
It is the end of the month (almost) and the end of the plums. No more plums for me or you, or anybody. All of the plums are gone.
Plum life is over for now.
6 comments on “No more jams”
This is genuinely spooky. I finished off the last of my plummy jams this morning. All of the plums truly are gone.
We clearly have synced our plums together meaning the next time you’re buying a punnet of plums I’ll have the strangest compulsion to get to a supermarket as soon as possible too.
Is it possible that, when I next buy plums, you’ll just come home and find some plums in the kitchen?
That’s a distinct possibility and I’m completely down for that.
Can you pick some up tomorrow? I’m fresh out and I’d love to come back from lunch to some crispy plumbs.
Crispy plumbs are different and if you find those in your home you need your drains rodding.
Or see a doctor. Waaaaaay! (What?)