I think it says a lot about mine and my mothers expectations of ourselves as gardeners that when we arrived at the allotment an saw that our new plum tree actually had plums on it we looked at each other in a confused manner as if wondering if we had wandered through a wormhole into a parallel universe where things worked. Instead of eating all the plums the second we saw them (we ate about three each, which was impressive as we hadn’t had dinner yet) we actually picked them and had 3 and a half pounds of fruit! Very exciting! (yes, I am that cool). So now we have made plum jam and have slightly over-cooked it but it’s nice. I’ll stop talking about fruit and jam and fruit jam now. Bye.