Not tomatoes this time- prunes. And I told K I didn't need a second fridge...
The girls are ratty and tired.
Dinner hasn't even been decided yet.
We're supposed to be leaving to drive down to Saitama and visit friends in an hour and nothing is packed.
I hear a "konnichiwa?" at the door.
Drag my sorry self to the door with a "hai?"
The crate wielding (oh no...) biggest fruit producer in the neighbourhood (ohh, please no.......) cheerfully invites/ commands (not always so distinguishable around here) "Come pick prunes (plums). They're falling off the trees and I can't pick them. Too busy. Gotta get my tomatoes in before the contract deadline is up."
"But the girls......"
"Bring 'em along. They can pick, too."
(Completely giving up the will to fight the inevitable) "Hhh...aaa..iiiiii."
And so I came home an hour later and very late with two no longer hungry but even more tired kids and a huge crate of plums. So heavy I borrowed a wheelbarrow to lug it back here.
Now I've just got to find the energy to make jam before we all make ourselves sick eating too many of them as is!