Sometimes the world is not fair. A decade of tending, a year of waiting, a month of battling the fruit predators and it comes to this. The apricots are ready, and I am too ill to do anything with them. I have had vertigo, which I always thought was just an Alfred Hitchcock movie, but not, it is the thing that you would wish on your worst enemy if you were that way inclined. So here they are, the last ten kilos of Trevatt.
I just hope they are still good for something when the world stops trying to buck me off.
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