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.