The second-hand brewer I should not have bought

The glass brewer came from a charity shop for the price of a sandwich. It also had a hairline chip near the spout that meant every pour veered slightly to the left.

I spent a fortnight compensating for it with a strange wrist movement before admitting that the cups were uneven because the water was. The bed was always deeper on one side.

It is now a vase. The flowers do not seem to mind which way it pours.