Show me your favourite mugs, please.
Not your faces, lovely though they are. No, I’m talking about the drinking receptacle form of mug.
I don’t know what it is about me, but people seem to enjoy buying me mugs. Here are some of my favourites.
This was from my lovely American penpal friend who I met on the internet through a mutual love of a British murder podcast. She’s a Hufflepuff and a LIBRARIAN. How fucking perfect is that.