I was given this a while ago.
e’re an increasingly green household – not that the children leave us much choice. Thus single use takeaway cups for my copious coffees are verboten. Sitting, enjoying myself with a cappuccino I realised we have several mugs that percolate with family history.
This was decorated by the Lawyer as part of his then passion for insects. This he acquired from his grandfather mostly and was practically based. He loved turning over leaves, in the same way he anticipated Santa hoping for a present in the form of a caterpillar. Not so much of the technical or biological background though but give him a caterpillar or pupae and there was one happy bunny.
Mind you the crate of whistling cockroaches he kept in his bedroom for several years were probably at the extreme end of our tolerance for this hobby.
This was a retirement gift. Back in the day you got a clock. My dad was given a specially commissioned oil painting of his beloved New Forest. Those cheapskates I worked with gave me a mug.
But then it was carefully through, happily treated me as able to take a joke and lacked pretension. If that was a metaphor for how they viewed my time at work, I’ll take it.
Naturally I have this one. Some smart arse in the family thinks my love of words is something to sneer at, to scoff at. Ha! I may be a tad sequipedalian but that’s a burden I happily bear. I used to read dictionaries as a kid. Get used to it.
Do you have a set of objects that trigger memories thus?