This week, for the first time in my life, I have:
- conjugated être
- purchased coffee beans
- made decent coffee at home
- been to an IKEA™ brand insta-yuppie home furnishing complex
- carried a disassembled table from same along a highway and across an overpass, and thus home via public transit
- reduced a promising potato-leek soup to a smouldering ruin
And it’s only Wednesday!
 Well, I probably did this at least once between the ages of 12 and 14, but certainly not since then.
UPDATE: My father just told me that IKEA founder Ingvar Kamprad was declared earlier this year to be richer than Bill Gates, in part due to a fall in the US dollar. Apparently it’s not true, however: he’s merely the world’s thirteenth richest person. Who knew crappy furniture could be so lucrative?