I picked Terry up from his party last night, mostly because they tempted me with a cat and her three kittens, but also the opportunity to pick plums. The kittens and their mom were so adorable, and I would take them all home, but Terry put his foot down. I picked a bag of plums off the tree and brought them home along with Terry, and sadly, no kittens. The result was plum crumble, jam, and “saft”. At “home” at mom and dad, they were having the annual neighborhood street party where we got to try the home brew from Viste Snabelstoffabrikk and meet their neighbors. Good times.