The game of Rugby League in Australia some years ago instituted the "sin bin".
An off-field cubicle where players could be temporarily sent by the referee if they were adjudged to have seriously violated the rules of the game.
As umpire of my own life I also have a more notional sin bin.
It is a little place where I relegate for varying periods of time all the family, friends, relatives, acquaintances and businessmen who breach whatever codes of conduct I choose to have in place at any given time.
Sometimes, after I have done something really stupid, I even put myself in the sin bin to consider the gravitas of my actions.
It is however a benevolent sin bin, where the incarcerated, through a lengthy process of repentence, improved behaviour or generous bribery can gradually claw their way up the inside of the bin and eventually launch themselves back out onto my field of play.
Seems lately that I might have been interpreting my rules of life a little too fiercely.
More players are going into the bin than come out of it.
I suspect it might have degenerated into a seething hotbed of iniquity, wickedness and debauchery.
Please excuse me while I go take a little peek, I'll be back in just five seconds……..trust me…….count em……..