The pitcher's final journey to the well

So if you're one of the afternoon tea guests over the years chez Boud, who've worried in case yours might be the hands in which the valuable Wedgwood Queensware pitcher might meet disaster,  your troubles are over.

Yesterday a cheap old saucepan lid fell into the washing up bowl I'd just put the pitcher in, ready to wash it. And this is the result.

It's retired for flower duty, sigh. Served me well. I can probably glue the handle back, but it won't work as a pitcher you can trust not to dump the milk on your guests.

Sic transit gloria Wedgwoodi.