If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. We’ve had ever so many guests, and as a result, the fridge has gradually filled up with little bowls. The end of some lamb, and its bone. The end of some chicken. A tablespoon or so of lasagne. Some rather aged ham. Surplus lamb shanks which had got a bit gamy. Some other lamb from a different occasion. The last of Godmama’s beef rendang. Where the tragedy comes in is that we do not have a labrador. It’s all being thrown out or given to the Rough Cats. What a waste.