I remember one notable occasion when stress became too much for me and I sacrificed my favourite mug (and the perfectly made cup of tea residing within it) to the kitchen floor. I felt perfectly calm, but the act of the mug shattering was like lancing a wound. And apparently I have a really good throwing arm ;-)
Aargh. You have done your saintly duty by your family and I'm sorry they drove you mad, but see, furniture is your friend when things are unstable... And soon you will be free of them, and see, you have marvellous friends who love you everywhere.
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Sounds like a great night (with the exception of crying and hiding; smashing plates is great :o))
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Nothing like the catharsis of bustin' stuff up, bliss.
Double Bass pah, any excuse to say Bull Fiddle.
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More £1.50 cocktails, Nina? ;-)
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