I am a creature of habit. I like my routines. Part of my routine at home is to have my morning coffee in my favourite mug. We bought a bunch of these mugs at the Iitala shop in Utrecht the last time we were in the Netherlands. After a major discussion in the shop about numbers to be bought, where D wanted to but 8 mugs, and I wanted to buy 2, we settled on 4 mugs. I dont see the point of buying more than that because there are only 2 of us drinking coffee in the morning, so the extra mugs will just be taking up valuable real estate/storage space. D worries about having people over and not having enough mugs. I have to remind him that if our guests feel insulted about not getting matching mugs, well then, they would not be our friends and who needs such anal people in our lives anyway. There were only 3 colours available so we bought one red mug, two blue ones and my favourite, a white one. The apartment here provides us with crockery, but the mugs are small and so uninspiring. I miss my mug. I cant wait to see you mug. I love you.