However, after a brilliant night out on Friday I stagger home to discover someone has thrown up their rice dinner in the front garden - arrrgg even worse, it’s wriggling. Yes the warm and damp weather has boosted the maggot infestation to the point there are dozens on my door mat and more spilling off the bin. Arrrrrggggg, even worse they are all over the kitchen, no these aren’t wriggling, my daughter has taken the evening to practise student life and has cooked noodles. They look amazing similar.

Maybe I shouldn’t blame the council but for a civilized country not to be able to collect the garbage often enough to avoid this seems a bit poor. They also have a cunning plan which limits the number of trips you can make to the tip (recycling centre). That explains the mattress, fridge and 3 dozen tyres next to the road of the beautiful country route I take to work.

What’s that got to do with programming? Apart from the dodgy title? Erm, if you make stupid rules, albeit with good intentions, you end up with bugs?