Just broken a mug

[avevale_intelligencer]

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.

Comments

[catsittingstill.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry about your mug; it sounds very special.

Perhaps there is a second-hand shop nearby where you could buy a few very cheap mugs to throw at the garden wall? Perhaps not for this episode, if you don't feel settled enough to go out, but perhaps to set aside for later?

I don't know how it is in England, but in the US one can usually find (small, ugly--but the point is the smash, right?) mugs for fifteen or twenty five cents in second hand stores.

If it helps you feel better it might be cheap at the price.