Bottled up

Errands to run, including going to Union Market (where this chandelier hangs) to buy cheese. Never again--it took about 20 minutes for the whole transaction, including lengthy and unnecessary descriptions of cheeses. At the end of it, I was asked whether I had a 'cheese history' with the shop, or wanted to provide my contact details for them to establish one for me. I harrumphed my way out of there.

A delicious Pimm's Cup was the only possible way to recover from the cheese trauma.