I have a favourite bin. It’s three miles from the house beside a roundabout and a small ornamental flower bed and black metal bench. I like to run to the bin, take out a gel, sit on the bench, finish the gel and put it in the bin. I don’t like eating an energy gel and then putting it back in my shorts pocket, where it will either leak or remain forgotten about until I find it in the washing machine later having blocked the outflow pipe. I prefer to put it straight into a bin to avoid plumbing mishaps. My favourite bin. My favourite spot.