Help!

A phone call from our neighbour. "Help! We have far too many plums." Mrs FP was round quicker than a greased whippet with a couple of the largest bowls we have.

A couple of hours later...

A phone call to our neighbour. "Help! We have far too much jam."

Last I saw was a large washing basket outside their house piled high with plums and a big sign saying "Please help yourself." What a crop.