Yeah yeah yeah. Just call me Sir Postsalot. Or Madam Postsalot. But this just in: I have millions (ok perhaps that number is a bit high) of blackberries on the side of my house. I've just been picking and I only filled one bowl because the mosquitoes were feeding on my legs and my picking hand was getting bloody. I haven't worked out a picking system yet. I am still in the first flush of love with my blackberries and therefore had to have them in a white bowl immediately, mosquitoes and thorns be damned. I'm eating them now by the handful. My fingers and lips are stained purple. I'm a blackberry junkie. Must have them all now in my mouth.