The Whip Carey came back from his so-called sun holiday. Before he left, he drove us all mad talking about his exotic vacation, a trip that was to include a sojourn in a villa on the border between Croatia and Bosnia in the company of a mysterious “older woman”.

As luck would have it, his story lost both its steam and steaminess when we discovered, from our silage contractor, that the Whip was on no sun holiday but was in Medjugorje on pilgrimage with his mother. I couldn’t wait to tell Todd, my colleague at the recycling depot ,who grinned with the satisfaction of a hunter with prey in his sights.