I'd have to give myself a sedative

Maybelle mentioned that she'd half-remembered something on the news about Greenpeace invading Port Sunlight, which sounded unlikely to the rest of us as nobody could remember any whaling activities in the lower reaches of the Mersey. In the end she was half-convinced that it was a dream. It turns out to be true.

Which is why Maybelle burst into my office shouting: "palm oil!"

And why she's now sat in a corner giggling like a drain while I try and get down from the ceiling.