Mug
My granny and grandad have always had their own special cups. When I was about 4 I wanted to know why I too didn't have my own cup. So, off we went to Scotmid where I chose a mint coloured mug (fairly ugly in retrospect). Ever since, it has been known as "Megan's cup". I felt pretty special as none of my counsins have their own cups. Last week my mug smashed. A shame, but it did amazingly well to have lasted nearly 24 years.
I insisted that we choose a new one today - and here it is in all its glory, on the window ledge in front of the mirror that has been on this very sill for my whole life.
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- Nikon D3100
- f/5.6
- 32mm
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