My beautiful new mug went missing this morning. As some have noted, I'm an angry mess of carbs, unvented nervous energy and the need to swim a very long way very fast.
So wasn't going to take it laying down. Thankfully, common sense pulled the all-users back from def com three:
Dear all
Sorry to disturb your Friday with triviality, but while the perfect tea doesn’t matter to you, I’m have to admit to being a loser and it really matters to me.
That’s why I painstakingly warm my tea pot, only use Yorkshire Tea, never stir and brew for exactly three minutes. And always, always, put the milk in first.
The ritual isn’t complete without giving such tea the mug it deserves. And here we finally come to the point…
The enclosed picture is my tea mug. It’s bone china, tea tastes amazing when imbibed from this wonderful vessel. Despite the fact it’s vaguely effeminate, this is the perfect mug.
Someone else seems to agree since they keep on using it.
Please, please leave my little mug alone, if you really love it’s wondrous property to enhance the flavor of your tea, I’ll even buy you one of your own. Promise.
The responses were the predictable banter:
How come you didn't title it Tea Leaf?
Leaf it out
Stop milking it.
My response:
…and the only appropriate punishment for the light fingered mug pincher is tea bagging?
and
Two hours later, no mug, but I got this email from Nic Oram instead:
Andrew, please see attached.
PS Incidentally, I’m not Nic. Buahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Bastards. This isn't the end.
NORTHERN PLANNER 
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