british harvest...

What the fuck?

Oh.

A yellow citrus fruit has ripened and is ready to be picked. As usual, it's all dirty and has to be cleaned to be obvious.

For those who don't like sour fruits, you might want to check on some random not-so-traditional-British humour. Ah. Those immigrants.

I seriously need to do something about a particular physical urge. And not the conventional solution mind you...

Meh.