Teacup explosion.
It did – with a very loud bang and a splattering of delicious orangey brown beverage. It wasn’t made clear to me at the time exactly why the teacup exploded, but explode it most certainly did.
I was a small boy a the time, no taller than four inches, and a teacup was – in my limited world-experience – a subject most unsuitable for rapid deconstruction.
Through the years I have often cast my mind back to this strange day but have never been able to fully escape the unease caused by everyday household items spontaneously going kablooey.
I’m sure there’s a lesson in there somewhere.
