reminds me of an episode many years ago. a friend and I had travelled all night to reach our destination. On our arrival our host with characteristic kindness offered each of us a cold frosty glass of fruit juice before breakfast. As he proffered the glass to me I rose from where I sat and shuffled (result of driving all night) across his nylon carpet to take the (repeat) cold and frosty glass .I was bemused by the agonised look on his face as he let the glass slip from his fingers only to be just caught by yours truly before it headed for the floor.

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