Fruit

A fruit by any other name...

Mary once said to me that I could never play with the rude girls in the wood. She was wrong of course. I played football with them. When I say football, I obviously mean something quite different. It involved wearing our special uniforms and running around the trees kicking a pigs bladder. When I say bladder, I obviously mean something quite different. There wasn’t much kicking involved either. Perhaps there was a little bit of kicking when that unfortunate thing happened with Doris. I’ve not been in a forest since. The overhanging branches bring back bad memories.