I will not eat plums as they disagree with my bowels.
I will not eat plums as they disagree with my bowels.
I will not eat plums as they disagree with my bowels.
I will not eat plums as they disagree with my bowels.
I will not eat plums as they disagree with my bowels.
I will not eat plums as they disagree with my bowels.
I will not eat plums as they disagree with my bowels.
I will not eat plums as they disagree with my bowels.
I will not eat plums as they disagree with my bowels.
I will not eat plums as they disagree with my bowels.

Now I have written it out ten times - that is my punishment done.
I have learnt my lesson and won't do it again.

The smell is difficult to describe; imagine if you cooked some fish and threw away the skins and bits of left over fish and then the next day had an egg white omelet and put the yolks in the same bin. And then left the bin for a week in a warm kitchen without taking it out. That kind of gets close.

It's a shame because I really like Plums - they're yummy, especially the firm, juicy, "Ripen at Home" type.

I think now I have now been castigated fully and my work colleagues will allow me back in the office now.

And I have to remember to take the bins out when I get home.