I am officially a fuckwit after accidentally glueing a teapot lid to the floor of the flat as I tried to put it back together.
I thought about leaving it there and claiming it as an intentional “installation piece” that would somehow signify the permanence of tea to humanity (I don’t have a tea obsession, honestly). This would also have served the dual purpose of showing Nats the consequences of getting me to do anything remotely DIY-related around the house.
However, I needed a lid for my teapot.