One Last Smile

I had to say goodbye to my favourite coffee mug at work today.

Again. Found it in the bin five minutes after 7. Only five minutes too late to take it out of the dishwasher myself because I stopped at the bakery.
Someone dropped it when taking it out while I was buying breakfast and I didn't know.
The same happened last year to the piggy mug. Why always me?
I'm deeply saddened. I love my mugs. No more smiles. Everybody else was laughing; I wasn't. Now what? I can't just replace it, can I?

I used my tea mug for coffee today. Never have done that. It's for tea. A protest no one noticed and no one cares about.


18:30; 8°C