It’s the time of year when marrows happen at an alarming rate and keen gardeners attempt to pass on these firm green zeppelins to family, friends, neighbours and work colleagues, all of who have no interest whatsoever in cooking or eating a marrow but due to politeness rarely come straight out and say so.The over seventies are the best hope of marrow disposalists. Upon receiving an unsolicited marrow they will utter phrases like “I haven’t seen one of these for years”, “Blimey! What a whopper!”,

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