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This morning, barely awake, I tipped over my favourite mug and it broke into a thousand pieces.
Now I don't want to make a big fuss out of this. Well, maybe I do; but in the last few weeks, friends of mine have lost parents, relatives and friends, and one cup simply does not cut it. But I'm the kind who grows fond of objects, and I liked that cup. And dammit, it was useful. So I'll miss it; and it's a heck of a start to Friday. Did I mention that it's pouring outside?

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[filialucis]

Ouch. I know what you mean about growing fond of objects, and I sympathise. But I'll see you that coffee mug and raise you the Christmas cactus that last night's storm blew off the terrace table and dumped on the paving, breaking off so many branches that the remainder is no longer salvageable. It was a huge, burgeoning plant, and I've just taken a tiny three-segment cutting to plant and start over. There'll be no blooms for Christmas this year.

Let's hope the weekend improves, which would involve sunshine for you and rain for me (I've had about all I can stand of the current heatwave).