Conventional wisdom says a glass of red wine a day is good for you but apparently this isn't the case till you're 40. Some say it's two glasses of wine. Either way the time has come and I'm driving to the Swedish home store on a Tuesday night to find the biggest wine glasses available. I love going to Ikea at night, running around the store as fast as possible and taking home my goodies. The big wine glasses have no box and I'm wondering if they'll break before I get to the counter. I buy a big thick rug, which jam the glasses in place in my trolley.
As I drive out the car park the glasses are in a tied bag on the floor by the passenger seat. To leave the car park you have to go over several speed bumps, ostensibly there to slow you down, but really I know what's going on here. They want to make my new wine glasses into nothing more than a pile of jagged glass. I'm sure I can see several staff at the window of the store, pointing and laughing with gleeful expectation. I make it across the speed bumps but become painfully aware of every pot hole and bump on the North circular home.
Somehow when I reach home the king size wine glasses are still intact. The rug looks great too and makes my flat instantly twice as homely. I say instantly, but really I mean after several hours of fretting, pacing around and looking at the room from different angles worried that the rug doesn't really suit any of the other furniture in this room.
Satisfied that it looks great, I decide to relax with a glass of wine. Worried I'll spill it on the rug I change my mind. The wine can wait till tomorrow.
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