You know how, like, you do a weekly shop, yeah, and you bung your bags on the kitchen table but then nip back out again to move your motor-car because it's, like, parked on a double-yellow and then you come back in, yeah, and like
totally forget to put your nosh in the fridge until dinner-time the next day?
Yes,
exactly like that…
Bonus points for leaving the bag of chilled Stuffs on the end of the table that's about six inches from the radiator