Bon apetit!

The time of the day: Friday, 9pm, beginning of the long weekend. Hurrah!

The place: my kitchen, preparing a nice dinner (pasta with salmon and vodka sauce, recipe courtesy of Trevor, Amore’s chef mate from Switzerland)

The conversation: flowing.

Something missing perhaps: why don’t we crack open that bottle of champagne while we are preparing the food?

Agreement. Food smelling promising. Overall atmosphere: very good.

Romantic thought: why don’t we open the champagne together? Make a wish?

The cautious of us: make sure we don’t point it in the direction of anything breakable.

The next step: aim, fire, bull’s eye!

The result: sudden darkness, broken glass noise.

Confusion. The bulb is smashed into the tiniest pieces that find their way to the salmon sauce…

Chance of aiming so well: 1 in hundreds.

Wish we could have rewound and filmed the whole sequence of events.

Laughter: uncontrollable. Still going.

Dinner: not bad.