Over the past two weeks I've been to a luncheon, cocktail, dinner or house party almost every day; sometimes twice a day, which is weird because I'm usually not very popular.
It's nice to see everyone getting into the holiday spirit, but I do have a couple of complaints, the first being that I'm not getting any work done. The second is that I've eaten my weight in double cream soft cheeses, chocolate, and mini springrolls. And the calendar tells me that this is only the beginning.
In other words, I need an apple.
A McIntosh, to be more specific. Small, pert, sweet, a little tart and as juicy as all get-out, they're at their peak right now.
Why not give old Mac another try?
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