I know I’m a witch, but this is slightly silly. For some reason, which I can no longer remember – and it was only yesterday – I was going to take a picture of a spoon and put it on here. ‘I can do that,’ I thought.
Today I started reading one of my Christmas present books, Rob Wilkins’s biography of Terry Pratchett. It’s very good.
Somewhere in the introduction he mentions ‘what Terry referred to as the “My Favourite Spoon” slots in the newspaper supplements.’ I count my lucky stars that I never asked him for one of those!
But, anyway, there I was and I had thought of spoons. And as I thought a bit more, I realised that this was indeed my favourite spoon. Here it is. I have always loved it. And I still get upset if it finds its way into someone else’s hands at the table. You can have Borås, but leave Varberg alone.
Of course, this is the story of my spoon. I’m not asking you to participate in any spoon slots.
The Occasional Bookwitch 
That is such a very Discworld spoon!