My father has been complaining about his aches and pains a lot recently, he's never been quite the same since he took a tumble playing badminton (he never should have run backwards reaching for that shot) Of course it's hardly unusual to fall playing energetic sports but a little more out of the ordinary if you are 87!
Over the AP's Christmas stay JTH came to the conclusion that contrary to appearances my father does not owe his general rude health to badminton but to marmalade. Lashings of it, only ever home-made, three heaped spoonfuls on one small piece of toast and licking the spoon afterwards. As the AP returned home after his Christmas visit carrying the remaining four jars of last year's stock, it is fortunate that Seville oranges made their brief annual appearance in my local green grocers last week.
So yesterday was spend squeezing
...slicing (only minor damage to knuckles)
...and boiling for what seemed like hours
gleaming jars warming in the oven
Aaand the stock is replenished
I just need to get some labelling done