Fruit

Yesterday, Bala and I were talking about fruits.

I'd spotted some rather interesting varieties on the fruit cart outside our place. Went and bought some.



I think the weird nobly ones are called Custard Apples.

We still don't know what the other smaller green ones are. They're not citrus, more apple like, but taste of old socks.



Talking about fruit, I told Bala that we don’t grow coconuts at home.

He nearly crashed the car. I don't think he can imagine a place where coconuts don’t grow. I told him England is cold between 0c and max 30c. Most of the time around 10-15C.

He said with a strained voice of disbelief "How can you live there?!".

My reply...."Why do you think we're here?"