Competition Junkie

The doorbell rang. Marylyn rushed to the door. "Sign here," asked the postman, looking askance at her unkempt hair, dirty dressing gown and past her into the hoarder’s house.

"Ooooh," cooed Marylyn, signing for the year’s supply of cat food. She didn't have a cat, but that didn't matter – another competition won and the goods collected. She would add her haul to the pounds of dog food, household appliances (never used) and other detritus won from clicking links and sharing photos on social media.

In the corner, forgotten amongst the winnings, a box ticked. Some people are sore losers.