As the dark nights draw in, I am thinking of whether I have the energy to invite people round for dinner. But it's not the cooking I worry about, it's the wine glasses!
sr
28.11.2017
As the dark nights, and sometimes afternoons, draw in, I am mostly thinking of whether I have the energy to invite people round for dinner. We definitely owe some return entertainment, but it’s not the cooking I worry about, it’s the wine glasses.
A quick glance in the cupboard reveals a sorry state. There are four differently sized wine glasses. There’s one resembling a bucket on a stick that could probably accommodate an entire bottle of wine. There’s a smaller, thin-necked glass. There’s a little round bulb on a short stem. And there’s a plastic Crémant ‘glass’. They must have all had companions at some stage, but now they stand forlornly, the last of their kind.