What a mug

My favourite breakfast coffee mug that I have used every morning for the last 12 years, has smashed to pieces. It was a farcical moment, involving a glass, a plumber, a gap between the radiator and table which proved too big, and my clumsiness.

This mug was hand painted by my aunty who gave it to me when I was in hospital.

It was an excellent mug and I loved it. Tomorrow morning will be sad and I shall be drinking coffee with my eyes closed.