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My very good friend Claire bought me this mug back in 2009 which was, I reckon anyway, before mass reproduction of this 1939 Ministry of Information poster became pretty much standard everywhere.  It was Christmas, and I had just ‘enjoyed’ a spectacular run of bad luck, managing to fracture my wrist and get burgled all in one week.  As I sipped my tea over that festive season with my plastered right arm, it seemed like a good philosophy.  And to be honest, despite the definite overuse of the phrase, it still is.