Let's just pretend it never happened and move on.
I seem to be in love with the idea of strawberries.
I called into Waitrose on the way home from church today and saw that some of the strawberry punnets were reduced. 'Ooh strawberries.' I thought, 'Just what we need!' so I bought some. When I got home I unloaded them proudly onto the table by the fruit bowl, and smiled when my flatmate said she was really glad that we had some.
Then it came to dinner time. I had the main bit (Waitrose reduced pork - nummy!) and then decided that I would have some of my strawberries for dessert. So I washed a few, picked the green bits off, put one in my mouth...and had to fight the urge to spit it back out again. It was only then that I remembered my love is for strawberry-flavoured things, not the fruits themselves.
I really, really wish I liked strawberries. But I don't.
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