Stupid Linda managed to forget to take the pizza dough out of the freezer this morning so Friday night’s pizza turned into a trip to the village pub for a couple of pints and an omelette. Actually, it may look as though we’re always down the gusher but in fact this is our first visit since Christmas so we can hardly be described as frequent visitors.

At the end of our meal, the only thing remaining on either plate was DM’s salad. I know all of the arguments about salad on a plate of omelette and chips could really be described as a garnish but I don’t subscribe to that view. These morsels could not in any sense be described as repulsive, nor could they be described as a lot of food and difficult to eat. No. In my view they should be eaten. Why? Well, there is something deeply disturbing to me about food waste so if you don’t want salad on your plate, ask them not to add it and then it won’t get chucked in the bin half an hour later. Simple.

In absolute truth, the reason why he left it is because he thinks it might just be a step too far down the healthy food road – salad? Whatever next? Tofu? Super Greens? Alfalfa sprouts? Heaven help us – it’s the slippery slope!