Today was scheduled for writing. Not any more.
The other day I broke the cafetière. I carelessly set it down in the wrong place and it took a dive.
I should have known better. I’ve studied Physics. I know about centres of gravity and balance. I also know that our kitchen floor doesn’t take prisoners. Glass everywhere.
Can’t broken glass spread! It would be impressive if it wasn't so annoying.
I sent for a new one at once and today it arrived, ready smashed. I swear the kitchen floor smirked when I opened the box.
What shall I do with my time today? Continue to find glass in unlikely corners of the kitchen, I suppose. I don’t know what else I can do. I can’t write without coffee.
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Originally published in The Daily Cuppa.
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