The three electrical outlets I could see—though located six feet above the ground, beyond all their little reaches—were octopussed with what looked like more plugs than the circuits could handle.

I spent the whole game warming the bench – I didn't get to play at all.

But as more fathers have taken hands-on roles in child rearing, tackling some of the grittier and more odiferous chores of parenthood […].

During these suppers McCluskey's conversation centred almost exclusively around the parlous moral, cultural and environmental state of the planet.