stuck

Just the other week I broke a small garden ornament.  I hate breaking things and the thought of throwing anything away conflicts with my nature.

But the breakage really riled me.  Not because it was to something expensive or of any great sentimental value.  No, it riled me because it meant I needed to repair said broken item with some glue.

I really don’t know how glue manufacturers get away with it.  I mean, they promise that their product will stick anything to anything.  Advertising is one thing, but reality it seems is something totally different.

The only thing that the several brands of glue I have tried over the years actually sticks together is either my fingers to whatever they come into contact with or, once opened, the cap to the glue bottle it came in so strongly you need to go out and buy some more.

Extinction Rebellion proving my point

Of course, the thing I try to mend ends up in a gloopy mess of by now black gunge stuck firmly to my trousers, while the bit I tried to stick back on now lies on the floor in even more pieces than when I started.  And my language is even more “industrial” than the glue purports to be.

I f@^*!>g give up.