Last day. And just as well. Idleness and gluttony are not attractive qualities. I find I need useful occupation.
Today I went to the farmshop to buy a bushel of apples for Tom (he would live on them if he could). There I found the first of the new season's crop. I found damsons also. The damsons growing near my house have had their lower branches hacked off by those skilled gardeners otherwise known as 'the council' and the fruit is now out of reach. I bought four pounds of damsons; three for chutney and one for gin. I still have plenty of last year's damson jam and jelly but the chutney is down to the last jar.
This morning I stoned the damsons for chutney-making tomorrow. This is a tedious and sometimes painful task (slippery fruit and sharp knives) but once it is done chutney-making is simply a matter of throwing everything into a pan and cooking it. I find repetitive jobs like stoning damsons and chopping vegetables very satisfying; they provide opportunity for thinking one's own thoughts whilst being productive.
I opened the last jar of damson chutney to eat with my sausages and baked potato and was so glad I would soon be making more.