I’m not sure what’s the right time to write a post. If I write it in the morning, I have the feeling later that I have things unsaid, but if I leave it until the evening, I am almost too tired.
Anyway, all I’m back to say is that English cherries are in your local English greengrocery and they are totally delicious this year. I think that they have the best flavour – well, since Al had the shop anyway. so that’s seven cherry seasons ago. Nearly eight years, goodness.
Red ones of course, one doesn’t often get the lovely white cherries nowadays. It’s not surprising, they are very delicate and bruise easily, which shows up as brown marks even before you can taste anything wrong. Were I to grow cherries commercially, I’d not risk them.
Also, the first English plums are in and they are excellent – Early River, I think the variety is. More flavour and less sharpness than I expected. Certainly can be eaten raw without a wince. Though I don’t mind the wince, I have a sharp tongue more than a sweet tooth.
The Sage turned on his computer and nothing happened. I mean, nothing happened!!(!) “It was working earlier,” he said dismally. “Is it plugged in?” I asked sensibly. He said it was. I went to check. It wasn’t. I explained how the first thing to do is always the most basic, because that’s usually the solution.
Talking of solutions, I’ve a problem with my phone. Yes, darlings, I know, it’s scary. But I have an appointment at the Mac store tomorrow and I’m given to understand that they’ll cure it on the spot or give me a new one. It works all right, but there are sound problems, that is, there aren’t enough of them.