An Abundance of Plums


I pay too much for the plums.  I can’t be bothered to haggle.


They squat fatly in a plastic bag sweating. 


And I don’t know what to do with them. 


I bought them because I thought I ought to make a nod towards Christmas. This year there is no tree, no gifts and especially – worst of all – no children home. My eldest daughter is London-incarcerated with Covid.  I feel as if the Grinch has swept in and miserably parcelled festivities up in a big tatty sack.


We can only buy plums at this time of year. In the past I have made Nigella’s plum cake, I have bottle plum jam, I have delighted in their plump redness. This year they sit in the fridge getting high glowering at me.


But I know that in the making or the baking a little of past years abundance will seep in and colour our Christmas. That’s what getting busy does to you: makes you feel better about being redundant.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: