I was on the phone to my dad the other day. He and my mum are having a new kitchen put in. We were just having a chat about the progress and he explains what an upheaval it all is, having to clear out all the cupboards.
"And can you believe", he exclaims, "we counted that we have 88 cups". "Eighty Eight cups! Have you heard of anything more ridiculous?"
I think at this point, he expected me to raise my voice in utter astonishment and disbelief that they should have so many.
"That's not that many" I churp back at him.
I told him, that were I to count all my cups that I have in the house, I could beat them hands down on that score, and that, I'm sure my mum would concur, different cups suit different drinks.
He thought this was utter tosh, and that one cup was enough for one person day in and day out!
I think it's maybe a bloke thing. I'm not sure.
I thought about my little cup love. I really do love to have different drinks in different cups. Actually, a cup can make or break a drink in my opinion! Sounds a bit mad, but a drinking experience is quite an important one for me.
I like my hot drinks HOT. I LOATHE luke warm tea and coffee. My favourite cups are ones that are a good size, not too huge, so they get cold before I have finished. They have to be thin too so that they don't cool the drink down too quickly. Chunky stoneware cups I steer clear of. I only buy those for the males in the house to drink from. Finding the prefect cup for the perfect drink is one that excites me. It probably tells me how sad my life is! ha ha! But it's so true!
I have been happy at finding my spotty little cup and saucer. Perfect for my morning tea or coffee. It's a really good size.....and it has a saucer. I do like a cup and saucer. It's not too thick, and its spottiness brings happy thoughts to my head.
I did spot a cup in a DIY store the other week. I hummmed and ahhhhed over it. I picked it up and held it in my hands. It looked very pleasing to the eye. It was all mis-shapen, like it was just slapped down on a potters wheel. It was a good size, bigger than average, perfect for me. And it was thin, it was going to keep the drinks nice and hot. Best of all, it was in one of my most favourite shades.
It was indeed, the most perfect cup.
I did hear a wafting of a voice asking if I actually needed another cup, but it was destined to be mine!
I was not disappointed. It really is the perfect cup for me, and has been making my drinking experience a very pleasurable one.
Anyone else like me?
I spoke to a friend too on this cup debate, and she thought that it must be a family obsession passed down. However, she did contact me again a little later to say that she had been amazed to realise just how many cups she owned when she actually counted them!
Who knew a cup could be such an appealing thing!