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.
12 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?)
True. Either way there’s some pipes that are going to get rodded out.
Waaaaaaay! (What?)
I suppose we’ve (because I’m including all of us in this gross generalisation) hit a new low with these pipe jokes.
I only have one jar left. One of you could have it… but its mine and I want it.
Pipes.
If Ian and I pool our pipe assets maybe we can extend a pipe into your fridge and pump all the jam out.
Pump OUT the jam?
I’m in.
Pump out the jam, pump it up
While your pipe is flowing
And the jam is pumping
Look ahead, the plums are munching
Pump it out a little more
Get the conserve moving to your own jar
See, cos that’s where the party’s at
And you’ll eat jam when you do that
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