Morroco, milk and mugs!

Sadly, it's not me that's in Morocco, the title is probably slightly misleading. That pleasure belongs to my sister, her daughter and fiancé. While they're away making friends with a turtle, affectionately named George by the way, myself and Tam have been left in charge of house sitting duty!

While it's amazing to have a flat again, if only for two weeks, my inability to remember to buy milk has caused some minor breakdowns- primarily at breakfast time.

My sister has this hanging in her bedroom and I've always admired it! It's only right I let it have it's moment. I always think it would make a rather pretty mug in work!