I met Prince Charles today! OK, it was a mug with a picture of ‘yer man’ and poor auld Princess Diana that I found in the bottom of a box in a charity shop. And I had to buy it for I have a weird passion for mugs with British royals on them. You don’t get these mad Royal Family mugs in Ireland. However, you can get plenty of other mad things such as glow-in-the-dark statues of religious figures and singing rosary beads. I had a small glowing Virgin Mary when I was a kid which admittedly gave me nightmares but I thought it was beautiful. Admittedly, my sense of good taste is already questionable so a passion for Royal tat is probably logical. Here is a picture of my new mug. Isn’t he lovely?
Question: What could be better than a Prince Charles mug?
Answer: A mug with badgers on it!
I had to get the badgers mug as my father’s nickname is the Badger. According to family legend, I turned my father’s blonde hair grey when I was a baby as I used to party at night. And the kids in his class took advantage of this (as all children do) and christened him the Badger.
This last mug is actually my favourite mug. This mug is a ‘her’, a lady mug if you will. She is my work buddy on the days that I get work in. It’s the cups of coffee in this mug that have helped my proofread the most awful of texts. I secretly wince when anyone else holds her. Yes, slightly weird and obsessional but we are all allowed our foibles.
Nancy Mitford’s The Pursuit of Love is one of my favourite books for it writes about things that I love: France; large families doing mad things; the countryside; the search for happiness and so on. And it is terribly funny. I read this book and it makes me laugh so much that I snort tea out my nose. That’s a good book. And a good mug.