Kate came around one Sunday, what feel’s like yonks ago, and we went out for a couple of beers. Kate being Kate of course she didn’t manage to get to Nottingham until gone 18:00. On a Sunday. So as you can imagine we didn’t party particularly hard.

I’m happy to report though, that when I got up in the morning I found that my bin hadn’t been disturbed during the night. I think you all know what I’m referring to.

For those that don’t know what I’m referring to, let me clarify.

My subtle allusion is to an incident from a number of years ago, whereby Kate fished some pizza out of a bin and had it for breakfast. Bad enough you may think but no, there’s more. The pizza had been discarded along with a number of used tea bags.

I think that takes recycling a step too far, no?

In the interests of balance I would like to point out that Kate denies ever having fished the pizza out of the bin. She claims it was merely resting in its box (on its own, no tea bags), atop the bin.

That’s what she would say though isn’t it?