Wine bars and dancing shoes

It's a nice surprise to come home from a hard day behind an espresso machine and find your kitchen worktop covered in opened bottles of wine.

It's one of the perks of living with someone who works in a wine merchants. You'd think their shift was one big exercise in opening screw caps with the odd cork thrown in for old world measure.


Anyway, I'm not complaining.

Well, only I am because, after sampling a few, I took off in my tango shoes, tripped and ripped the left one at the toe.

And I wasn't even dancing.

I blame it on those wine drinkers.