I'm insurmountably clumsy. I always find it acutely embarrassing when I spill something accidentally in public and there’s a fuss over the mess. It’s just like sudden sex-on-TV when you’re watching it with your Mum, for me: jarring and unwelcome.
This picture is my little mental flash-card for saying that I can cope with the shame-trigger. Because, let’s face it, when I mean to make a mess the result could not conceivably be interpreted as an accident…