Rest in Pieces

I was in such a dash to get out the door last night that I killed my lovely large lilac dragonfly embellished teapot. It smashed on the floor and the remainder of a pot of "Tea of Good Tidings" splooshed out and soaked my foot. So I went to the concert with one wet foot, smelling of spice laden tea. All I've got left to make tea in are the very nice special-occasion-only pots or mugs. One mug at a time, for the time being. Today it's some Irish Breakfast tea in my "Snarling once a day improves the complexion" Sylvia mug.