Attack of the Blackberry Bandit!

You would be forgiven for thinking that we have become a little bit obsessed with foraging, given the activites of August. There seemed to be rich pickings everywhere we looked, but none so good as the blackberries that grew at the back of our flat. These were not the little, tart monsters that have you screwing up your mouth, but great big, juicy fatties literally in their thousands. Mike spotted them first and as the summer fluctuated between sun and rain he would often be heard to mutter to himself - "ooo! this is will be great for my blackberries!".
Indeed, the harvest kept coming. One bowl, another, and another. We picked and froze and used them in all sorts of ways. Mike became a master of the now legendary "Blackberry and Peach Cobbler". And the waist lines expanded as the crops began to die down.

But Michelle began to notice as she came to the fridge, that the blackberries she was spending ages picking, pricking her fingers and staining her trousers, were being nibbled. Mike denied all knowledge as did the guests that had stayed over.

So Michelle decided to set a trap. A motion censor carefully place behind the bowl holding the fruit sounded the alarm, and Michelle came rushing into the kitchen to find the real blackberry pimpernel . . .

Caught purple handed Mike! Honestly, you've got to get up earlier in the morning if you want to out smart your Mrs!!