I have this sudden obsession with mugs… i almost bought a multi-coloured set of four of them today. Don’t ask me to explain it, but i just find mugs a comforting vessel, and all of the houses where i’ve spent lots of time in my life have owned lots and lots of mugs. I think for my birthday next year i’m going to ask every one of my friends to buy me a mug that symbolizes something we share with each other.

Dear god, i have a mug fixation. I might as well just age ten years have a few kids and move to the suburbs already and get it over with…