Making good on my promise to visit Gristle Corner

He stared at the fruit bag, transfixed.
‘One of my five-a-day? Here?’
He sensed something was wrong.

By way of evidence that I really do live life in ‘real time’ just like the yoof of today, I attach proof of our visit to our kindly Uncle McDonald, who was generous with his confections. Please note the fruit bag in a position of prominence.

A tray of things you can eat, if you’re felling masochistic.
Look away now.