I have spent much of the past month making jam. Behold the fruits* of my labour. We have a plum tree in the front garden and this has been a bumper year.
I had occasional help from the troops but usually I toiled alone.
If the nuclear Armageddon comes this winter, at least we have enough plum jam to get by. This is our final stock (bar another jar I made the other morning which was not yet ready for its close up but that was definitively the last jar) and I’ve given several jars away to lucky, lucky individuals.
*Yes, of course the pun is intended.
