Becoming Temporarily Decadent.

The fruit shop in Ashbourne had big bunches of grapes at the marked down price of 50p. They were obviously at full ripeness and needed selling off, so I bought a bunch. It occurred to me that 50p for a whole bunch of decadence compares more than favourably with a single Spanish plum which costs 52p, and I do so like finding a bargain.

It’s many, many years since I had grapes. Grapes are what people with more money than sense eat, or so it always seemed to me, but now I can pretend to be one of them. All I need is somewhere to recline and a troupe of Abyssinian dancing girls, and then my life won’t have been entirely wasted.