Table-a Rasa
I've spent a lot of my free time over the past few days helping my parents move house from Potters Bar to Northwood. This of course forced me to bail on a couple of social events with the guys, but while clearing out my parents garage they let me keep a glass-top dinner table they weren't using. I thought this made it all worthwhile but my friends disagreed, saying it's better to dine on your feet than live on your knees.