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

[keristor.livejournal.com]

A good shout or yell or scream anywhere you don't scare the animals can help. In the car, for instance (with the windows up and the engine running -- best if one isn't actually driving). Accompanied by as much swearing as you want. "Let it all hang out" as they used to say.

A really loud concert (or on headphones) can also help. Hawkwind, say.

Hugs...