I’ve not seen one of these in years – it’s a Brit peculiarity – a milk bottle from our doorstep deliveries that exist, I’m fairly certain, here and almost nowhere else in the world. I’ve not had milk delivered for donkey’s years but we were given this pinta by DM’s lovely Mum, Margaret, when we were saying we needed to stop for some on the way home today.

This is the milk and a cup of tea waiting for milk to be added.

Whoever would have thought that such a wonderful, natural, life-giving substance could have contributed so whole-heartedly to my downfall? Well, obviously I can’t explain why (commercial sensitivities) but what I can say is that it did.

Two years ago, our 'grand plan' was just starting to take shape and last year, we were at St Michael's Mount