THE MUG TREE INCIDENT

I am so tired of being tetchy.

I've complained three times to different people this week about my tiny kitchen, after the Mug Tree Incident. It so often launches into a rant, but of course, it is a rant of my own making. And you're welcome to point that out.

Now today I'm sleep-deprived and irritable. I was up at 3am twitching in the hot, scratchy sheets. I'd have had a hot milky drink but you know. Mugs.

It's worked out too, that I'm gigging tonight in Wallingford with the barn dance band. Last time I tried driving home after one of those, I could barely see. Tonight might be an endurance test, from the Dorset Four Hand Reel right through to the End Polkas. I might not even survive the Nottingham Swing Set if we do it.

There I go again, complaining. What happened to 'do everything without complaining or arguing'? I feel like maybe I missed the 'how' part of that suggestion from Philippians, though undoubtedly scholars would tell me where it is. As I mentioned the other day, the person who wrote that was shipwrecked three times. Reaching up to get kitchen roll and knocking your mug tree over, smashing all your mugs into the cooker then bashing your lower back into the door handle while clearing up the broken china and then not being able to have a cup of tea afterwards... isn't really in the same league.

But it is annoying.