Apples
My day is encoded in an apple. I just ate one attested (well, its variety is attested) back to 1580. It had better last me through ’til I get home tonight, because picking bullaces and making liqueurs and preparing for class on top of not much sleep has left me in need of magical succour.
Actually, there will be food in class tonight. Some of the food is from the students and some is lots of apple varieties for them (and me!) to taste. Some of the tasting will not be done by me, of course, and that is the evil variety. I have to plan my variety of evil tonight, which says something about my grand fatigue. Picking bullaces was worth it, though. Just think of the liqueur I shall drink in two years time.
If I’m too tired to tell you about the class tonight, I shall report tomorrow.




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