Mr D set himself the task of clearing out our larder today.
Over recent months, through neglect and bad shopping habts, our walk-in larder has kind of morphed into a 'climb-in-and-break-your-ankle-over-a-stray-potato' larder, so it was probably going to prove quite an onerous task for him.
Around 3 pm today, I got a text while I was at work; it said 'larder's looking good', and had a picture with it.
I was expecting to see our lovely tidy larder, all clean and orderly with regimented lines of neatly arranged cans and packets ...
( Intead I get this: )