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I've discovered a problem involving me and fruit.

I like fruit. It is tasty and natural and good for you. However as I go out a bit, I find it hard to eat all the fruit I buy before it goes off. Also, half the fruit in the crappy Somerfield in Brentford is quite frankly rubbish. I was a satsuma man for a while, or what I conceived to be satsumas. Sometimes they were clementines, mandarins or tangerines. I have no idea which are small, which are easy to peel, which are sour and which are sweet so I invariably buy the wrong sort, get pissed off with them, and throw them away before I finish them. Or when I buy them from Somerfield (nickname needed, perhaps Scummerfield - Jesus, you should go there on a Saturday afternoon, my shopping time. It's a mentalists day out. And for some reason, careworkers seem to think that people with Down's Syndrome want to go to the supermarket on the weekend. I'd prefer to go to the park myself) they are usually half alright half rotten.

So I switched from satsumas (or whatever they are) to apples. And here lies my problem. I have some sort of allergic reaction to fruit of which you can eat the skin. It started with the nectarines and peaches I bought outside Clerkenwell station. And the strange thing is the reaction is akin to my symptoms of hayfever. I get itchy eyes and a runny nose.

The solution would be to wash the fruit, but I've done this and sometimes whatever is on the skin (or just the skin itself) still has the same effect, not all the time, but washing is certainly not fool proof. So it now seems that the only fruit I can eat with any confidence is the banana, and there's no fun in just eating one type of fruit. Maybe if I cut and peeled all fruit like my mother used to do when I was 5, but I will be ridiculed.

I need to learn about orange fruit a bit more.