This evening, I was lured into the Co-operative through their £3 off a shop of £20. Upon spying the those little, red spinning-tops of fruity deliciousness, I dragged my poorly-designed granny-trolley over to the shelves on which punnets of my quarry were languishing. Gingerly, I picked up punnet after punnet, examining the contents from all angles to ensure I would only be taking home the best catch of the day. I selected my berries, put them in my granny-trolley with a heap of stuff I didn't really want to make up the £20, such as flapjacks. I paid, returned home, tuned into 'The Apprentice' and sat on the sofa with my berries and a bottle of wine within easy reach to my left. The strawberries were bitter, and one of them, at the centre of the punnet was almost furry with rot. I hereby conclude that fresh strawberries are no longer worth purchasing until next year, and that the Co-operative should not be asking £2 for these little sacks of gustatory disappointment. The flapjacks aren't bad, though.