Pillage

Good morning Nero. Still a little peckish after breakfast, were we? Did that cheese paper (behind table leg) have a few little smears left on it? Or was it the piece of crumbled kitchen towel that I used to wipe out the vegetable roasting tin (just visible between cat and dish)? Nothing is too small and insignificant to be worth excavating, eh - so long as it smells and tastes faintly of fat?