Forgot to say apricot but my mother is in Sussex, with her apricot tree.
I boil the fruit and collect the stones as they rise to the surface, with an old cream strainer. I'm not daft!
Some of my friends belong to really good branches of the WI, very modern and with young members, but most say that they do have a lot of hard work to change things. As there are 11 'oldies' and 25 'newbies' we are forcing votes, but very gently. Last week a friend and I escaped from a really nice WI garden party that we were really enjoying (because the president, just like the one in the film, wasn't there!) - until we saw the vice president trying to round everyone up and the hostess muttered that she had been hoping everyone would clear off, but apparently there was another hour to go because of The Quiz. This blasted Quiz is the bane of my life. I can cope with maybe one a year, but they have one every couple of months. We raced our wine glasses back to the kitchen, retrieved our bags and escaped circuitously behind the hydrangeas.
I expect the next generation will think we are a bunch of boring old farts, too! 
What were your dream names for your kids when you were growing up?



