Good morning, and sorry about the whining

Unattractive, I know. I do apologise.

I haven't read Harlan Ellison's "The Beast That Shouted Love At The Heart Of The World," but I do remember thinking that he might not have to shout so much if he aimed for the ear instead. A lesson I seem to find it impossibly hard to learn myself: don't waste your time talking to that which cannot listen.

*rubs hands* So. What have we got to delight us today?

Just broken a mug

It was a beautiful mug from Boscastle in Cornwall, pot-bellied with a design of bare trees on a green background. I gave it to my mum when we visited many years ago, and got it back after my dad died. I didn't use it myself, kept it for best, but I loved to look at it. If you've visited us any time in the past year or two you've probably used it. I was shifting things to clean the work top and I knocked it off its hook and it broke.

I break things all the time, because I'm so fucking clumsy, but this was worse. I seem to be holding in a good deal of undirected and inappropriate anger at the moment for some reason, and I can't shift it. And now it's cost me a beautiful thing that I'll have to go to Cornwall to replace, because the pottery doesn't trade online as far as I can tell. I wouldn't trust the post with something like this anyway.

And now all I want to do is take the rest of our huge collection of mugs out into the garden and throw them at the wall one after the other. Which would be stupid.

Today, as some of my friends are wont to say, is SO fired.