The crack appeared; tiny, hairline; barely noticeable. The scalding liquid started to spread upwards towards the crack, seeking, soaking and finally seeping into it, weakening it; the weight becoming too much to bear. I watched, unsure of my next move. Speed was the only way to avoid total destruction. Damage limitation they call it. I had no option, I couldn’t just sit there, impartial, unwilling. I breathed in, preparing to move. My hand shook and the liquid still rose and seeped in. It was too late. Whatever I did now would have consequences. The silence of the room waited with me in anticipation.
With a hot splash the biscuit, my last Digestive, fell into my tea.