When does a past time become...

a habit? And in turn, when does a habit become a problem?

This council recycle bin has appeared around the corner from my flat... What have they heard? Who has been speaking to them? Why do I feel paranoid?

Hmmm, I've just counted 9 different gins in my cupboard, that's not looking great for me. I'm going to have to pin some of this blame on L, it's the only way.