Maria McErlane

OK, this Am I Weird comes courtesy of Anne in Hammersmith, who says, Hello, Graham and Maria, love the port and your ever judicious advice.

Am I word?

Am I word?

You had one job, Maria.

Say the words properly.

Am I weird?

Were you to delve into my handbag, you would find the usual items, diary, keys, a few cosmetics, phone, etc.

But you would also find a sheet of extra strong kitchen foil measuring around 12 inches by 12 inches, carefully folded.

Love it.

This is for when I go to a restaurant and find I have too much, usually, meat on my plate to finish, despite the meal being delicious.

So, discreetly, I pop a chicken leg or half of my steak or perhaps a lamb chop, but never fish, into the foil, wrap it up carefully and put it in my bag, ready to go into the fridge when I get home, usually for lunch the following day, Graham.

I know many restaurants will put any leftovers in a doggy bag, if you ask them, but this tends to be in a more sizable container and less easily transportable in one's bag.

So there you are.

Am I weird?

Thank you, Anne in Hammersmith.

I'm liking hearing about your life, but I think when you say it's less transportable, what they put it in, when you leave a restaurant of an evening, presumably you're going straight home, maybe in a taxi, maybe driving.

There's not that far.

You don't want a piece of fish in your bag for that long.

Yeah, yeah.

Have you got a refrigerator?