Let me set the scene for you. It’s October 2016 and I’m (sort of) newly graduated and living up life at home.
“You know you’ve got a crisp on your top…” my sister said to me, as she came home from work to find me lying on the sofa. I looked down and, lo-and-behold, a lone crisp was left on my top from the pile of crisps I had put there earlier for easy access. You know, so I didn’t have to hold a ginormous bag of crisps while lying down.
“Oooh yeah!” I replied, excited as I popped the last crisp into my mouth.