How far can you make coffee go? In my husband's case much further than you think. We have a bit of a weekend ritual, the kind of thing that marks it out as different and more special than the rest of the week. Part of that ritual is a pot of freshly brewed coffee. This morning was no different. Except he caught the pot with his sleeve and in rescuing the coffee, our favourite mug fell to the floor. The one bought on the last day of our holiday in Australia 5 years ago.
It may not seem much to anyone else, but that little mug has bought so much pleasure. I can clearly remember us deciding to buy it in the gift shop close to the Central Station in Sydney and wrapping it up carefully to survive our trip home. We don't usually go for china mugs, never mind one by a wildlife artist, but this one reminded us of the trip to the koala hospital just outside Port Macquarie on the first week of our holiday and a whole host of other things about that magical trip. I smiled at the memory of such happy times every time I reached for it when the kettle was boiling. Ah well.
The coffee went all over the floor, cupboards and a wooden trolley we keep the television on. Even the insides of drawers and cupboards weren't immune to a touch of coffee grounds. All needed cleaning ready for the Christmas holidays, but I wasn't expecting to do so quite as soon, or as thoroughly - coffee grounds are the pits to clean up! Until we go to Australia again, this picture of our little broken mug will have to suffice.
One day I'll write up the diary of our trip I kept whilst we were on our travels. Perhaps then you'll understand just what I'll be missing from now on.
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