Woe is me

Categories: food-and-drink, annoyance

Tags: mug, broken

Date: 01 December 2008 22:07:26

In the grand scheme of things, a tiny mishap that is not worth mentioning. In my day to day life, a slight annoyance that causes no real inconvenience. So why do I feel so bereft when my favourite mug is broken?

It is a recurring problem since I seem to create a hierarchy of mugs from favourite to least favourite. Given that I use the favourite one on all possible occasions, it is bound to get broken sooner or later. I'm currently drinking coffee from the previous second favourite, but I'm not sure it is going to get promoted. I just don't like tapered mugs.

So, the perfect mug has to be fairly wide, straight up and down or just slightly curved, not too small, quite chunky china and with a handle big enough to get all four fingers through. My efforts at finding a replacement on the internet have not been successful so I will go out at the weekend in search of a replacement.

Farewell oh lovely big red mug.