What do you mean all at once, CLKD?!
Six is nothing, girl! My system slumbers on oblivious to them. When I was a kid, Mum used to serve tinned prunes, heated, with creamed rice, creamed macaroni (remember that?) or custard. Sickly sweet, but I loved it then. Remember taking out the stones & putting them on the flat rim of the dish & going through the alphabet stone by stone, to get to the initial of the man I'd marry! Seem to recall it was usually around M
. So that's a helluva lot more prunes than 6!! I had no idea then of their reputation & don't recall they gave me any cause for suspicion! They were wrong about my husband's initial too. Never trust a prune.