I was in Tesco last night. I bought some apples. They were not from New Zealand, where, working under the instructions of the dark lord Sauron, hobbits and orcs produce thousands of tons of bland generic apples for the British market each year. They were from...
Kent!
Imagine that, just 50 miles from where I live. Even if they did go via a distribution centre in Derbyshire. It's the thought that counts.
And they were of a different variety too: 'Discovery'.
It was quite a 'discovery' for me, I can tell you!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha.
Yep.
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