When I recently mentioned to a friend that I clean my fridge every week, she said I was a bit weird. I get what she means. Most fridges get cleaned less frequently or when something spills down from the shelf above. But I do like to keep on top of my sell-by dates. I live with someone less vigilant about such matters, who would not necessarily turn her nose up at something a day or so out of date. As a rule, we rub along very nicely, with me going through the fridge, chucking everything out, and her occasionally rummaging around, muttering: ‘Where is that leftover spring roll?’ 

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When it comes to fridge etiquette, though, I am very precise – and very squeamish. Dirtiness is the cardinal sin, closely followed by ‘small bowling’. I cannot bear the sight of a lone potato, olive or meatball sitting in its own dish. People even do it with leftover salad, which everyone knows does not keep after being dressed. 

It now seems, however, that I may have slightly overstated the case when bragging about my ultra-pristine fridge habits. Reader, I am a condiment jar fanatic. When something........

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