Early on in our marriage Himself informed me that 'discovering that bowl of prunes soaking in the fridge without any warning' very nearly constituted grounds for divorce! A bit of an extreme react, I thought! He probably doesn't remember that remark, but it made quite an impression on me at the time...
Since then I have been a little cautious about stashing prunes in the fridge.
This blog post will be the first warning he gets that there is a little jam jar of prunes soaking in tea at the back of the fridge... I'll hide it behind the milk bottles to spare him the awful sight.
Prunes and custard was one of my favourite puds at school. I appeared to be in the minority, so was welcome to theirs as well as my own. We used to count the stones like cherry stones;
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man, beggar-man, thief
I can remember a few more verses;
Coach, carriage, cart, wheelbarrow, for getting to the church
Silk, satin, cotton, rags, for the wedding dress
But I'm sure there was one about the church, and maybe one to find out where you would live...