It is that season when a hidden danger lurks, ready to strike. Yes I speak of PLUM season. Fresh delicious plums hanging on the tree by the bucket-load to be picked, eaten, savoured and as a trap for the young and the unwary. You see too many plums and … all will not be well. So one must pace oneself and not eat too many, lest they and their kin regret it.
You have been warned.
Heh heh. I know THAT from experience, but I think I’ll make Quinn sit down and read your post!
BTW, in the future, press the publish button ONCE! 🙂
I DID push the stinking publ;ish buttom once .//…- crappy webpage i say!
Bah! You run it then!
That’s some powerful crappy typing you managed there too!
Okay you win ….. I’m sorry