There’s been a bit of a kerfuffle down by the bins outside the barn.

Truly it could be said on that October morning, with its sense of collapse, that Urgency was my middle name, rather than Lembit, which was the middle name my parents, God rest their souls, gave me, weeks before my birth, before they knew whether I would be a boy or a girl.

If you haven’t heard about it, I suggest you nip over to the ever-bizarre Hooting Yard to find out whether the Bins Board made the right decision.