This changed EVERYTHING for me. I found myself withdrawing from the thing I used to love; my work, my hobbies, my offspring. They all seemed so empty with the new found job Bin Weevils can provide. Hours in my pantry turned to days, turned to weeks. Weeks of bliss. But alas all good things come with costly sacrifices. My hygiene was the first to go. Layers upon layers of a greasy grime built, making me more slippery than a bar of soap on black ice (absolute death trap). Next to go was my ability to read and name the colours. I was a broken lady. Then the franchise shut up shop and now I've written a book about Frank Sinatra.