Another story about cups????
A short story, but one worth telling.
About a week ago, my wife (not only a kleptomaniac and pyromaniac but also a shopaholic) arrived home with more
lovely vintage cups and a story that made me laugh out loud.
While out walking in Dun Laoghaire she passed by a charity
shop which had some nice cups in the window, knowing my cup fetish can never be
satisfied, she went in to see what was on offer. After a quick look around, a lovely vintage tea
service caught her eye, hidden at the back on a high shelf. It was in good condition, a complete set from
the 1950’s but most importantly … good value.
Delighted with her purchase Catherine walked back to her parents’
house to show off her latest buy. With pleasure
she un-wrapped the set of cups and showed them to her mum, “Where did you get those?”
her mum asked sounding a little bit confused, Catherine went on to describe
where she had bought them and how much she paid. After a moments silence Catherine’s
mum explained that the week before she had been clearing out some of her own
mother’s things (Catherine’s Granny, who she had been very close to, had passed
away earlier this year) and had dropped a number of items, that she thought no
one would want, into the local charity shop; including that exact tea set. Catherine
had just bought her own Granny’s tea service that her mother had just got rid
of…excellent.
I’m happy enough though, not a bad set of cups and obviously
destined to stay in the family! That night, we drank some tea (not coffee for
once), clinked the cups together and remembered Doreen, Catherine’s Granny. It
was meant to be.
Craig.
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