We have a beautiful coffee table. Technically speaking it’s not really ours: we got it from someone who is a talented furniture designer and also a friend. Originally it was a wedding present for a couple of friends of his and ours. Now, with their new baby crawling everywhere, the table has been declared as dangerous . Baby’s safety trumps beautifully designed objects and so we are now storing it in our living room just by the sofa. Until when? We don’t know. It’s called the Bridge Table. Such an appropriate name.