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The beauty of a fig…

If the serpent ever tempted Eve whilst Adam was snoozing, I firmly believe it was not with an apple. A mere apple could not have caused her such pleasure that she would need to share its taste with her man.

There are fruits that are far more tasty and tempting than apples. Mango, persimmon, these come to mind but the most pleasing and delicious of all is the fig.

It hangs on the tree, so easy to pick. Its skin makes a natural wrap around all that sweet, moist, goodness. The juice does not run, there is no mess at all.

Look at its beauty within. It resembles the opening of a vagina. I have never seen a vagina except in art or diagrams, but I consider it to be beautiful because of its purposes. The vagina is strong and muscular, it expands and narrows to give birth and pleasure.

The patterns within the fig bring to mind muscles that can clamp a penis, giving pleasure to a man, and expand to expel a baby.

I have found immense pleasure in figs this summer. My tree, like my cousin’s, has borne ripe fruit. How perfect, how luscious, how refreshing is a fig. How superbly designed. It is sensual, fragrant, and irresistible. I find myself telling everyone about my figs.

Never again will I eat a dried one or a shop bought one. They are considerate to ripen in turn so that none get spoilt. I have often glutted on fig jam when in Africa, here it is not the same.

Fresh figs will delight me for all my days now. And be the shared temptation with my man. The sensuality is visceral and inexplicable. No apple can do this. Other fruits are too messy.

Eve tasted a fig…She was seduced by it and had to share the joy.

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Still feeling the effects…

Today my friend down the road took my overnight sleep tests back to the hospital for me. She was later than she had said because she had loaded her washer as it was such a glorious day she wanted to get her laundry out to dry.

Her text came just after I had given up waiting and gone back to bed. I am still weary!!!

My upper tummy muscles and diaphragm area still ache! It sometimes causes me to think I’m hungry. I don’t recall feeling this before, and I did do tummy crunches at one time and lifting my legs in the air (take note, Jim. My core is puny, but not that puny)!

My daughter sent me a text telling me she wants me to admit I need her help. I know, I thought that too. I fell back to sleep for an hour and then replied with what she wanted to here. Yes, I thought so as well.

She arrived here just around 4.20 pm and asked where the test was to take to the hospital. I replied that as she had withdrawn her offer to take it early this morning, my friend had taken it. (Plus, my daughter doesn’t tell me times that she’ll come.)

She sat and I was complimenting her hair when she started an argument. I was very aware that my cleaner was here. So I asked if she would go to the nearby convenience store to get a pint of milk. She came back and put it in the fridge and left.

My cleaner brought me a cup of tea, and his face was dark with anger. I apologised that my daughter had behaved like that.

Now I have a glut of toilet tissue. My daughter dropped some in on Sunday and my cleaner brought some. I ordered a bulk buy online and now will be supplying the residents of my road. They are rationed now because of the Covid19. There are two cases in my wider area. It does make me nervous about using the buses.

I don’t mind dying, I just don’t want to be ill.

My friends’ baby was born at 11.54 am 9 March. I’m so pleased for them. A girl, Willow.

I went to sleep easily, around 10.30 and woke at 11.30. I had hoped it was early morning.

I have started a further declutter. Less is more. And I realised I had badly neglected my houseplants. I am trying to nurse them back to health.