Ah we all do it, constantly picking through the tin of Quality Street until the favourites are gone and the pickings slim, making our coffee’s that little bit more Irish with that bottle of Baileys, eating the leftover turkey after a night out on the town after a good session singing Fairy-Tale of New York and lining the fridge with beer, prosecco or some form of alcohol first and foremost. Sound familiar? Bloody right it does! I even managed to mix up yoghurt for mayonnaise in a sandwich after a Boxing night out and ate it, next day seen the knife in the yoghurt pot (cue wreck).