Who Knew?

You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. In this case, it’s my wheely cart. A few months back, one of its two wheels broke. We replaced it only for it to break again. Apparently the 9 liters of water I wheely back from the Monoprix on a weekly basis took its toll on the black vinyl bag. Now, I find myself avoiding at all costs lugging Evian to the flat (and anything more than four bags of groceries). Who knew a wheely cart could be so important to someone other than a 72 year old lady?