It is so damn hard to get enough of the juicy stuff down your gullet, and there are a couple of barriers that make eating fruit a real head pain.

1. The cost is a hill for us all to climb in these hard and pressing times of an invisible recession. We all have enough trouble just keeping our kids out of the work house; once they are totally full up on battery farmed chicken and turkey twizzler milkshake there is nothing at all left in the coffers for apples and pears.

2. Fruit dies much sooner than a cute pet.

3. Lastly I find that it’s almost impossible to tell when the fruit is ripe enough to eat so we are all loosing sleep and setting our alarm clocks to go off every ten minutes through the night just in case the nectarine is ready to go. “Ripen at Home” fruit can be like a new born baby.

*solution*

The answer to all your fruit woes is bellow.

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Look at his happy little face, in the photo below Aaron’s dream is coming true.

It all started way back last Saturday when me and Em decided to take a boat trip.

Because Aaron has been cool in the past we thought that it would be a good idea to pick him up for the ride.

So you can imagine our horror when we arrived at the agreed mooring spot only to find the tide was too far out and there was no way we could get close enough to get him on board.

Emily was thinking on her feet and flagged down a passing smaller boat who was able to ride the shore and haul him in.

I have to say was great to see the man…until her turned!!!

We just sat back and shot the shit for a couple ou hour just like the old days.

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(Those are real beers we’re drinking there!)

The little transport vessel:

Ross and Aaron finally on board:

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