I used to be amused by the idea of people having a favourite cup. In 2010, I was working at ABC’s Ultimo headquarters when I went to the tea room to make myself a tea. Standing at the bench, dunking his tea bag into a cup, was an iconic ABC presenter. I walked past him and reached up to the shelf to get a cup. I picked one out and started lowering it towards me when I heard an “Uh uh” sound coming from the presenter’s mouth. It was the sound you make when a child who has had too many cookies reaches for the last one. I turned and looked at him. He just closed his eyes and shook his head. So I put the cup back on the shelf. I then reached for another cup and, as I brought it down, I turned to the presenter. Again, he closed his eyes and he shook his head. So I put the cup back. I reached for a third cup and tentatively brought it down while maintaining eye contact with the presenter. This time, his eyes remained open and his head didn’t shake. He wasn’t saying “Yes”, but he wasn’t saying “No”, either. At school, I studied the play,
Mugs given by cherished family or friends become sentimental favourites, and used every day, no matter how impractical the mugs are - wait til a square TARDIS mug becomes your new fave, it makes one savour one's morning coffee, carefully and awkwardly heheheh
Mugs given by cherished family or friends become sentimental favourites, and used every day, no matter how impractical the mugs are - wait til a square TARDIS mug becomes your new fave, it makes one savour one's morning coffee, carefully and awkwardly heheheh