Having lived in total oblivion for the past couple of weeks, what with my trip to France and Germany and only a few days spare to pack for this trip to Indonesia and then Australia, I had barely been aware of the goings on of the Beijing Olympics. I must surely have been one of the very few people on this earth who did not watch the opening ceremony. The fact that a Jamaican won gold in the 100m sprint had actually registered in my consciousness was some minor miracle. So it was with some interest, whilst sitting at Costa Coffee at London Heathrow’s Terminal 3, that I read the headlines – something about Bolt storming to a double. How clever of The Times Newspaper to come up with such an euphemism to describe this person’s athletic prowess, I thought. However, as I read on, I came to realise that it was actually his name. Usain Bolt. Oh. What planet had I been on? Clearly not on earth.

Well lots to time to ponder this question as I was due to fly to Indonesia with a long stopover in Kuala Lumpur. So many, many hours of contemplative time I thought miserably. This surely justified some comfort eating, as I placated myself with lemon cake from Costa Coffee. I am particularly fond of lemon drizzle cake, like the varieties you get at Waitrose and Tescos, as I like the zingy lemon taste. The Costa Coffee version was pleasantly moist, the icing not too sugary or too sweet and just nicely zingy. As I finished off my café latte, I stared into the cup. What an awful lot of frothy milk gets left behind. Does this form part of calculation of the £10bn of food thrown away in Britain each year?