A long time ago I wrote about the little Batman mug that nobody loved, it was a mug that for what seemed like no reason at all had fallen not only out of favour but further down into a sort of loathing.  If, when someone was kind enough to make you a cup of coffee you were always a little sad to see that it was in the Batman mug and you would find yourself wondering why you were being slighted.

Surprisingly enough I believe that mug to still be loitering in the back of the cupboard, having survived, very much like a cockroach various coffee cup culling that have gone on in our house over various moves.

This leads me to explain the fact that we have a menagerie of coffee cups in our house, by which I mean a variety of cups of various designs and not a re-edited two part Star Trek pilot episode (the latter of course wouldn’t even make sense but would grant you geek points if that was the first thing you thought of when reading the word menagerie).  

We’ve tried in the past to shape up our coffee drinking related cups into some sort of orderly collection of mugs that are at least the same size and that do not have faded images of various cartoon characters, despite my insistence that I’m sure that the Queen drinks out of a knock-off Hellboy mug.

Fortunately Tracey is not easily swayed by my poorly researched ‘good enough for royality’ arguments of which even I’m not really passionate about and she has sorted the mug situation for us at home: