That sense of anguish and bitter betrayal when, having already waited patiently for the oven to heat up, you open the pie packet only to discover that it’s covered in mould. And it’s only two days past it’s expiry date. Rude.
(No photo of the pie itself available I’m afraid as I fed it to the dogs. I guess it may make a reappearance on the carpet at some stage but I imagine you won’t want to see a picture of that.)