The Mug

My Mug bought by Mavis Bean was a cherished loom used only by me. 

It was the product of an in joke me and Mavis have. I love donuts ...i really do and Mavis has recognised this and chooses to use it against me when we argue and to comfort me when I'm down...and this little ditty (right) came with love, and a coaster!

Alas there should have been a few Krispy Kreme's should have been thrown in for good measure but i digress.

My point is that I only brought the mug out with the intention that only i would use it. Of late I have realised that it's not just me who's fond of the donut mug.

I have noticed it by the sink, unwashed, stained or half full with milky contents on numerous occasions. The lipstick stains has often narrowed it down to two     suspects. This morning I narrowed  that down to 1!    

My mother. Her explanation when I interrogated her for the continuous abuse of taking something that isnt hers ...well a dirty look and ''I like it because its light...'' WHAT??