The ancient olives went to the municipal compost today, along with the staggering quantity of lemon rinds squoze during my two weeks of quarantine and rather a lot of spent mint tea bags.

The top end is missing from of the flavour profile of every damn thing I put in my mouth at present. Oranges are acid, and that’s all. Chocolate tastes dusty, and coffee is bitter. I haven’t tried any wine — if I can’t taste oranges properly, there's no hope for wine. Whisky’s okay, however, and smoked fish is unaffected. So, Scotch with sprats for a chaser? Food of the goblins.