Jonathan: Someone coming up to the house door to pay for a jar of jam from the shop, but he stopped on his way to help himself to a handful of gooseberries from the tray D picked this morning, and started eating them. Are you thinking of buying gooseberries? I ask. Just tasting – actually I’d like half a dozen eggs. Back from the kitchen I see that all the gooseberries he’d taken are gone: Well, are you going to buy the gooseberries? Himself: Oh no – much too tart! Well that must be a surprise to you, what with gooseberries normally being so sweet and succulent straight off the bush. You might have asked, they are actually for our own meal tonight – you’re helping yourself to our dinner!
Denise: Grotty weather it is – a fine rain driven in from the sea by a bullying wind, everything sodden; and what chance is there of getting the woodstain on the cladding for the new studio to dry …. Aaagh! But the tourists – and yes there are plenty about, albeit mostly holed up in front of warm fires! – want something indoors to do, and just now two men (not my typical big-spending customers by any means – they usually come on their own only for eggs) came to the house and after browsing for a bit over our temporary display in the conservatory spent £130 on hand-woven scarves, hand-made greeting cards, and lemon curd and jam. Result!