I can’t eat apples anymore.

Every week day for the last many many years I have eaten an apple. Last week I had a string of bad apples, bruised or tasting like parsnips.

I can’t even think about eating an apple any more without my insides squirming and trying to flee.

I have reached the end. The end of apples. I will perhaps consider them in a pie or a crumble but as a stand alone item of fruit – no more.

I shall move onto oranges.

Bye bye apples, bye bye.