Evidence that one's kitchen contents can have vicious, revengeful personalities
Here's a picture to show you in what way we are smashing......
This picture may as well have been taken in our kitchen and entitled, 'Fran's kitchen floor after a washing-up session'.
Our neighbours probably think we lob china at each other every night after dinner as an alternative to watching Eastenders (and that would be perfectly understandable) but we don't. We just Drop Stuff Very Easily. And our kitchen floor is tiled with those freezing cold ceramic tiles that give the soles of your feet haemorrhoids. So, nothing bounces when you drop it.
Except that .....
.... no matter how many of our favourite plates, cups, glasses, bowls, saucers, casserole dishes, cafetieres, blah blah blah blahs we smash, there are some items in our kitchen that just refuse to die.
Let me introduce you to Vile Glass Bowl, who lives with us (I like to think of it as temporary foster care) along with her five matching Glass Bowl sisters. They are a very close-knit family who are obviously desperate to stay together, and were given to us as a present by a well-meaning person who could come round At Any Time. Ah. You see our dilemma.
|(Not the actual item, but very, very like it. Unfortunately for it.)|