broken things

Eddie's foot. the lid to the butter dish. my raku necklace. our car.

* He'll probably lose his new job, and his place on the semi-professional soccer team. Not really what you want when you've a violently ill, 4 months pregnant girlfriend you're trying to support. And you're only 19.
* The butter dish is inconsequential.
* The necklace isn't. Made by a dear friend and given to me as a gift, it slipped from my fingers to land in an unforgiving bathroom sink.
* And the bastard car was uncerimoniously scrapped today to the tune of £100.80 - a poor return for the hundreds spent keeping it vaguely on the road these past 11 months.