He didn't like cheese. He pulled a face and picked up the small packet of Mature Cheddar from the shelf. It was touching his yoghurt, and even though it was unopened, he felt the cheese had contaminated his dessert. He threw both the cheddar and the yoghurt in the bin and closed the fridge.
He would have to go to the shop down the road for something sweet. He couldn't restart work without something sweet.
"What did you just do with my cheese?" Jenny was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, face angry, eyes like little spiteful dots.
"It was on my shelf, touching my yoghurt," he said. "I threw it in the bin." He washed his hands carefully and wiped them on the towel he kept in his drawer.
"Why would you do that?" Jenny asked. "I'm gonna speak to Phil about this."
He shrugged. "Whatever. Your cheese was not in its designated area. Feel free to get it out of the bin."
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