I am writing this at the end of a slightly peculiar day, which began when Mr Dear got into an argument with his breakfast. You might think that ‘slightly peculiar’ is a polite description for that sort of behaviour, but I could not possibly comment.
‘Tell me,’ he said. ‘Why are there so many crumbs in a packet of Weetabix? Look at this, there are more crumbs here than actual Weetabix.’
The really peculiar feature of this complaint is that he appeared to be addressing the