Return of the Scones

I’m not one to complain, but having bitten into a cherry scone and found not only a stone (which possibility was, to be fair, foreseen by the warning on the wrapper) but also that the cherries had a greenish hue, I decided to make a point and return them to the supermarket (naming no names, but a certain Geordie pair would be disappointed) where I waited at Customer Services while the baker was summoned; our discussion went along the lines of her saying that that’s what their cherries look like and me saying that I prefer my cherries red and firm not green and slimy, before I eventually got my refund – which at £1.30 probably did not cover the fuel cost of my drive to the store and back.