I went round to a new-ish friend’s house last night for drinks. Although lovely, I get the impression she’s not going to be the accommodating kind as far as my diet is concerned.

In hindsight, I should have taken my own snacks. None of the array of crisps and chocolates looked suitable for coeliacs, so I resolved to use the opportunity to smugly avoid the extra calories. Obviously, that only lasted for a couple of glasses of wine, at which point I was getting peckish.

I then found myself in the tragically undignified position of rifling through my friend’s kitchen bin to find the crisp packets so I could check the ingredients. Unsurprisingly, they were not gluten free, so I sat back down and poured another glass of wine…