That’s an old saying. There is a story about my Mum and jam but I’ve never told it.

Unfortunately my blackcurrant bushes have given up. No jam here this year.

Rewind.

Here’s The Jam via Sylvia Plath

 

“There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction–every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

 

P.S. I could go to John Fowles but…m’eh.

Collecting clue?