There was a time when I used to collect mugs. Well... You know how it works... You travel, you buy one mug from somewhere as a souvenir and then another one and then again and before you know it you end up with dozens of them. That time has long gone but I still enjoy drinking my tea in a nice cup. Or not necessarily nice - as in beautiful - but something different or something of significance. And I do not like them too thick or too bland. I do not usually enjoy the funny shapes though except from my Little Britain cup. Ah Vicky!
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