I bought a fruit picker and set off with a friend to pick plums from the communal orchard (having found out what is meant by references to low hanging fruit). And the grass was wet, and I slipped on a slope, twisted my left leg and ankle, reviving an injury I got the other year on a wet manhole cover in Stroud. Have been hors de combat since. In a house with two flights of stairs.

Not a happy bunny. And it happened before I got any plums or mirabelles. The fruit picker handle was useful as a walking stick, though.