The Source is a domesticated sort of chap, not adverse at all to settling into serious household chores - mowing the croquet lawn, cleaning the filter on the pool or driving the peacocks out of the hot house.

And so it came to pass that just this last weekend, The Source was to be found at the "waste transfer station" (AKA the dump), throwing out a large selection of now defunct household items - ming vases and the like.

You know the drill, load up the jalopy, drive up to one of the containers, hurl everything off and get away before the car boot fanatics and bin pickers start to honk and bleat around your rubbish.

As box after box was dumped, something caught The Source's eye. Glinting in the sun lay an enormous stack of papers, surrounded by a stack of books. They looked familiar. They looked comforting. In fact, they looked like a nice full set of BPP course notes, along with a set of standard coursebooks. And every solicitor's friend, the Guide To Professional Conduct (the bins of England and Wales are surely straining with copies of this particular page non-turner).

And here's the evidence. Just what had happened here? Was this a cri de coeur from a BPP student unable to get that long-sought training contract? Was this another trainee dumped by a heartless firm?

Or - more likely - is this just a reflection on BPP, the Law Society, and writers of tedious law textbooks?