Lady Marmalade

I've got blisters from chopping. Lime, lemon, orange, pineapple, sugar and rum, yes rum!
Mary Poppins would be proud, she loved her rum punch. Paddington would give out a low pleasing growl.

It takes all day and my mind wanders, then returns, then focuses, then is consumed by the making of the marmalade.

I was offered work today and turned it down. 'Are you enjoying retirement then?'
'I'm making marmalade.' I replied.
And I realised, there can be no better a retirement statement than that - to refuse cash work money for marmalade.