I came out of a OH&S meeting yesterday, lobbed some freshies in the Mazzer and loaded up the Presso, and while I was wiping out my mug doing a risk analysis of the very task in which I was occupied, the cup inextricably slid from my hands and went head first on the ground - crack, clunk, tinkle!

Life just isnt the same this morning. Theres some subconscious comfort in the same stained and worn mug energising you as you blearily look over the work for the day. Im not sure I can go on.
OK it aint that bad but its surprising how much you notice somethings absence when its been there year in year out and then its gone, even something as inanimate as a mug!

Life just isnt the same this morning. Theres some subconscious comfort in the same stained and worn mug energising you as you blearily look over the work for the day. Im not sure I can go on.
OK it aint that bad but its surprising how much you notice somethings absence when its been there year in year out and then its gone, even something as inanimate as a mug!



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