Occasionally my partner and I like to imbibe a small martini or two. One Friday evening, martini in hand, he was bemoaning the fact that he could not find the right lamp shades for the living room in the new house he is building for us.
Staring into his olive spiked glass of blue skimmed liquid, his face changed as I watched on.
‘Brilliant’ he said downing his drink. Getting up, martini glass clutched in his hand, he disappeared into his shed.
We now have beautiful lamp shades just waiting for some glass etching. A job for when the house is finished.