Paul and I think Doug along with probably many other people that know me will be able to confirm that my most uttered word is probably “oops!” For any number of reasons, oops I just walked into the door, oops I fell off the bed, oops I dropped my book in the bath, oops my foot slipped off the bike pedal and it rammed into my shin, oops I just spilt hot tea down me, oops I didn’t mean to stand on your toe when I came for a cuddle (the last one familiar only to Paul.)
Anyway in my lack of being able to concentrate state one day last week I made myself a cup of tea in the afternoon, took the teabag out on the tea spoon, put the milk into the mug, threw the mug and its contents of freshly brewed tea into the bin in the kitchen and took the spoon with the teabag balanced on it into the workshop and sat down at my desk.
The really scary thing is. . . I’ve done that before!
PS I didn’t break those pots in the picture.
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