On the offchance we went to London for the day. To Selfridges. Because I thought someone on here had mentioned at some stage that sometimes they have feijoas. They DID! I thoroughly bemused the lovely guy at the fruit counter, so I explained how much I love feijoas, and how homesick I've been, and how my Mum keeps rubbing my nose in my feijoaless lifestyle. Bless 'em, he threw in one for free.
I'm not telling Mum how much I paid per feijoa. . .