While going about our home renovation last night, we discovered a wine bottle in our ceiling.
That’s right: there is a wine bottle residing in the ceiling between our living room and second floor.
We couldn’t take it out, since, unlike the bedroom, we didn’t gut the ceiling of this room but only cut holes big enough to install recessed lighting.
So the bottle will remain, in the ceiling, a vestige of the past, a mystery to us and future residents.
If only walls, er, ceilings, could talk.
