A Smashing Time

Not sure if the frantic drilling and banging and hewing of new doors just the other side of the wall next door contributed to this (I'm choosing to ignore the fact that I knew one of the plastic holding pegs was cracked), but while we were at work yesterday, the shelf that holds our crockery collapsed, spewing a tidal wave of plate-age onto the unforgivingly hard tiled kitchen floor. Not everything died, but we now have a large box of broken bits. Buggrit.