The morning was going well until I happened to think "I want a small glass desk".

At the time I happened to be passing a designer furniture shop.  I've been there before - expensive, but chic - but they haven't had any desks on display.

Until now.  Tucked away a newly arrive computer workstation-type desk in laminated glass.  Exactly what I'd had in mind.  The platonic ideal of glass-deskness.

Six hundred and twenty five pounds.

I want it.

It's a ridiculous price.  Uncle Google suggests 55,000 sites where I can buy glass desks in the UK.

But the desks I have checked in these sites so far are dulll, dull, dull.

(And cheaper)

I can't afford to ay £625 for anything.

I want this desk. I have a only-this-particular-glass-desk fetish.   I'm screwed.