I'm at my Garden Home house, but it is almost empty because I just moved in, along with my ex Natasha and her daughter Alona. I'm about to go to bed, and I'd like to have just a bit of red wine, like a half a glass, but there isn't any in the house because of the move.

I open a cupboard that is to the right of the fireplace, on the wall, which is full of glasses, stacked in a really disorganized way. Some of them are partly full of whiskey, so I think, that will do instead of the wine, and I start to take the whiskey-filled ones out to pour them together. But in doing so I knock some of them out of the cupboard and they crash and break on the floor, so now I'm standing in the middle of a lot of broken glass, and afraid to take a step.

Natasha comes up, and I note that she is good at cleaning up messes like this.