Cup heirloom

Well, 'heirloom' is putting it a bit strongly.

Here it is, several days after my music-session hosting, and I still hadn't put away the cups. It's routine at this stage that I set out cups which came to my mother when her sister died (my aunt Sheila, who lived in Warlingham, outside Croyden in the UK).

A full 12-piece tea service made the journey over, of which two of the cups are since no more (not, I hasten to add, as a result of any carelessness on my part — actually, both were broken by members of the Music Group).

Anyway, each time I take them out I think of my aunt (of whom I was very fond). It's nice when a simple object like this conjures up a memory of someone past.