I recall, going back some time now, when I bought my first house, there were berry bushes in the back garden. One Saturday I spent the evening collecting them all in bowls. Was so shattered left them in the kitchen, sat down for a bit, then went to bed. Mid morning the next day I took a look at them, they had already started to get a fur coating and I ended up throwing a low of my hard picked crop away.
Or take just last Thursday. I was tempted by some green tomatoes at Tesco. Not unripe ones, ones that were supposed to be green. novelty, thought I'd try them. They were to be best before Sunday. Saturday morning I looked at them and most had a furry covering.
And folk can wonder why I by little fresh produce.
(Which reminds me, I was in Morrisons today, I remembered I need to get some potatoes for baking, so of course I am bound to not have some, right ? This is one of the things I hate about getting older and my mind going. No I don't. Obviously my brain thought it hilarious to drop the thought seconds after reminding me. :-( I've just realised I don't have any.)