Allegedly, one of my quirks (I like to think one of my lovable quirks...if indeed it is actually true), is that when I have finished drinking my cup of tea/coffee/other warm beverage, I leave the cup behind.

I have been told, though I believe it's all lies, that I can be tracked, in the manner of a wilderbeast across the plains or some other wildlife analogy, except that my tracks are crockery rather than little piles of poo.

Things could be worse though, right? (Not that such slander against me is true, anyway.) ...At least my cups are pretty.

PS. Obviously my attempt to blog every day in January has failed. To be honest, I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did.