Lemonade Lemon

Lemonade Lemon

At the beginning of this week I went into the office and found a lemon on my desk.
“Who left that dirty ugly lemon there”?  I said. So I threw it into the bin. A few days later one of the men who works for the building department who has an office at the back of the mission office asked me if I got my lemon?  My face said it all. He said “You threw it in the bin didn’t you and you wondered who had left that ugly lemon there”?
“yep” and I felt so embarrassed about the conversation we had had the previous week. We were talking about lemons, as you do.
I told him that “We have a lovely lemon tree in our neighbour’s garden and we can have as many as we like."
Then this man said “Have you tried a lemonade lemon?”
 “Never heard of them.” said I.
“I’ll bring one in for you.” he said.
Well he kept his word and my bin that is emptied every day, ate my lemon! I should add so did some lemon thief as he left two that first time.
So when this lemon appeared on my desk I treasured it and placed it with pride on my counter top.

The reason I have not named this man is because I am having a terrible time remembering all the names of the people I meet. So much so that when I phoned up Les this week and asked him to collect something for me I did not realize that this was the man I spoke to most mornings but couldn’t remember his name!!!!! So now I will always remember him because he is Les the lemon man!

By the way the ugly lemon was delicious or luscious. So this is a picture of Les’s luscious lemon with a note underneath to remind me that it is mine.