That reminds me. When I was little, my nan used to have a wedge.

Which she used to wedge open the firedoors in her block of flats.

Anyway, she was the only person I've ever known who possessed a wedge.

I travel with two wedges in my luggage. For wedging extra-shut those creepy interconnecting doors in some hotel rooms.

I've used wedges for holding open doors and for stopping rattling garden fences.

Whoever thought Trevor Sorbie's death would result in talk about wedges?

The best thing, as I’ve said before, to do with interconnecting hotel doors is to knock on them and see who answers.