Well, I broke my first glass on my first weekend. I think that's ok - it's possibly how Greek students christen their new homes anyways. And I had bought the glass, it didn't seem to damage anything, and there was nothing in it at the time. I'm just waiting to check with Justus (who shares the apartment with me) whether or not there is some special recycling ritual that I should go through or whether I can just go and slip it in the general rubbish bin in the dead of night. Like with most other things.
I was making myself coffee at the time (using Justus' coffee and coffee maker - I think he's alright with that, and if he isn't then I can always refuse to understand him telling me he's not), so had to resort to drinking it out of a bowl. The bowl was actually no more difficult than the glass. A cup would have been ideal - having, as cups do, handles - but I haven't gotten around to buying one of them yet.
I learned that bowls work for drinking while watching the little Cadbury's advertisements during Coronation Street.
Also, "apartment" has 1 p.
You live and learn.
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