Egg Cup

I’ve had this silver plated egg cup and spoon since I was christened in 1956. It was a lovely day. I remember it well. It was all going swimmingly until a mad vicar tried to drown me in a concrete bird bath! I screamed the house down, but my family all just stood there smiling, totally oblivious to the danger I was in. Some of them even took photos of my struggles. I have this egg cup as a momento, but I have never trusted adults since that day.