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Once again taking a clone thread and rambling in it...
I've known quite a few people who have brought eggs into work to distribute.
I love them, I always have my hand up (no, not just because they're free!) but I'll only take two or three.
Same with fruit trees, people always seem to be overly blessed (strained Milton reference).
My sister and I used to go and visit an old lady that lived in the flats at the end of our path. She had a ground floor flat, and Mrs Fox was a very keen gardener (and would have been brought up to Dig For Victory!) She always gave us apples to take home late summer, and Mum would groan because she could barely use them before another bag arrived. It was hard for us to refuse though, especially as Mum was delighted by the strawberries and rhubarb earlier in the year.
It confused me as a child because there is a small leathery eating apple called Cox, which was the surname of another of Mum's friends. But Mrs Fox gave us cooking apples, green and big as turnips, tempting to the eye but not suitable for the fruit bowl.
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