I wish I was Carrie Bradshaw

And yes, the more perceptive reader will now realise that I have spent an entire afternoon immersed in Manhattan culture, otherwise known as DVD box sets.

As of today, I have a new dining table and chairs. The entire room smells of wood and my MacBook looks rather splendid against the grain. I think my new table will be a good place to write. Carrie Bradshaw writes late at night at a desk in her window, overlooking the city. But I bet her desk doesn’t smell like mine. How could it? It’s not real.