Fairly recently following our move into the new house (WHEEEEEE! NEW HOUSE!) I posted on Facebook remarking on the fact that a favourite mug of mine had been with me for some time and was quite well-travelled: coming to me from my mate Caitlin back in around 1994-sih from her exchange year in Denmark, to Australia, and then back to the UK where it’s still in service some 22 years (and innumerable cups of joe) later.

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Well, as if the Mug Gods were watching, it seemed that I got in just in time.

I’m sorry to report that the Danish mug was cast to the floor by the vibrations of our new German washer/drier during one of its outlandishly effective 1400rpm spin cycles.

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All’s not completely lost – a few judicious drops of epoxy resin and we’re back in service, although it’s probably not the most cosmetically amazing job you’ve ever seen.  I had a dream the other night featuring the mug wrapped in bandages, shrieking “GIVE ME THE MIRROR!”.  Ridiculous.

Seems the old rivalries still hold strong
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