Today, as I don't have to look after the girls, I have been doing a mental amount of cooking. I've made three pots of damson jam, which has set to perfection, and a pot and a half of a chocolate sort of fudge spread, which tastes a bit strange. I'm also going to bake a plum cake using the plums Maxine gave me over a week ago; only three of them had gone bad, so that's pretty good.
I've also scalded my finger sterilising a jar. Bum.