It all started on a morning very much like this one with a strange crystal-like mist plugging the air. The sun fought and failed to break through the gloom. My ivory pumpkin-shaped coffee mug sat on the table before me empty, and me to desolate to rise and fill go fill it. So, we (me… Continue reading A coffee mug created in the manner of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld suitcase . . .