NORTHERN PLANNER

I had a little car bump during the drive home Friday night. Since The ice and snow had left the roads in my village like glass, I was driving at glacial pace when the girl behind me lost control and drove into my rear bumper. We exchanged details, both cars and people we’re fine, though she was a bit shaken. Nevertheless, she had to get a move on for an appointment to ‘design’ someone’s kitchen in their home.

Later, in front of the fire, I thought about this. Here was me on a Friday night, enjoying a particularly good bottle of wine, the weekend in front of me, while she was in a stranger’s house, trying to sell them a kitchen while they did their best to get rid of her. I hoped she enjoyed her job, but it made me feel lucky doing what I do.