Being Blonde

Mug share. I hate mug sharing. It’s not the whole idea of sharing I don’t like, I’m forever giving away my last Rolo, it’s the whole other folks lips round your rim that I can’t handle. Let’s face it, most workplaces are full of coughs and sneezes, especially at this time of year, so the last thing you want when your supping on your cup-a-soup is to be thinking - is that a cold sore scab or a crouton floating in my mug?

So I just don’t do mugs at work. The last one I had was a couple of years ago and it went walkabout within days. I disowned it immediately. The last time I saw it the copier repair man was slurping from it.

There’s only one thing more gag inducing than mug share and that’s cutlery share. Whilst shared office mugs get a bit of lip action the cutlery gets the full gob. Knife sooking, spoon licking, picking teeth with forks. It’s disgusting. We might as well all share a toothbrush. We don’t do we?

And so it is that I scoop fistfuls of plastic cutlery (in sealed bags) from food halls and bring it in to work. Perfect for that mid morning yoghurt. As you’ll see from this photo of my latest grab I’ve also introduced forks in case I have a lunchtime salad or sushi (I can’t work chopsticks).

These aren’t for my exclusive use so if anybody is of a similar persuasion when it comes to cutlery then feel free to use one. “Tuppers” Owenson is already one of my best customers when he brings in an Activia Biopot.

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