Obsession with Mugs......

It's Saturday night.....I should be at a halloween party, instead I'm feeling crappy and watching Dermot O'Leary (There are far worse ways to spend a saturday evening). I ventured to the kitchen in search of something interesting to take a photo of and before me lay and open cupboard filled with many mugs.

Now,I do not drink tea or coffee, I live on cans of fizzy juice but I have an obsession with buying pretty mugs. My dad, who drinks tea like it's going out of fashion, in protest, chooses to drink from the same few mugs every time thus leaving my excess mugs redundant.....and yet I continue to buy them.......the moral of this pointless story being, shops should really make pretty shoes a lot cheaper.