After dinner, after I’ve cleared all the dishes, after I’ve packed up the next day’s lunch leftovers, I like to curl up in front of the television with a thin fleece draped over me and a small glass of red. It’s not an every day thing. In fact, it only happens a few days out of the week.
But it’s something I look forward to. It’s my symbol of complete relaxation and unwinding. When that glass is in my hands, that means I’ve surrendered all chores, technology and responsibilities. Nothing but me, the wine, the tv and the clattering of the radiator.
It’s my time.