I was in town today. I had my annual hearing test in the morning. Then I pleasantly filled in a couple of hours at the library and art gallery before my annual dental clean in the early afternoon. Then, finding myself in a mood of artistic optimism, I popped into the Inland Revenue to make an appointment to ask about how to become self-employed. (Well, you never know).
On my way back to the car I passed by the china shop and was distracted by one of those outside-the-shop bargain tables covered with bone china mugs of the kind that are usually three times my usual price. There were no nice birdie designs, but there was a lovely William Morris one in shades of greens with just a dash of soft scarlet and pale blue. I've just christened it with an ice-cold, creamy Guinness*. Was that wrong, do you think?
* Thank you Thomas and Havi.