Of mugs & men...

I'm absolutely terrible when it comes to other people making me tea or coffee. Not in my choices of drink particularly - coffee must be real, but otherwise I'm just black, no sugar please. Tea: Earl Grey or Lapsang, merest splash of soya or skimmed milk, no sugar. Thanks. I don't think that's too difficult. But it's mugs & cups that I'm funny about. My mum actually opens the cupboard at the farm & asks me to choose mine now before she starts! I admit, I'm just very fussy about the mugs I drink from. I can't bear chipped, stained, cheap ones. Logo ones are dodgy too. Ones that are free from petrol stations or at the back of an office cupboard are an absolute no.I'd rather go thirsty! For tea, vintage china cups are the ideal, but failing that Emma Bridgewater will do nicely. And for coffee I really prefer Starbucks limited editions or these beautiful things

from Brissi are perfect. We have them in duck egg blue or charcoal grey and I just adore them. They feel right! So, that's another of my foibles in the open....

Last Saturday we saw Jeff Goldblum & Mercedes Ruehl in Neil Simon's 'The Prisoner of Second Avenue' at the Vaudeville Theatre in London's Strand. We've seen Mr G in another play (like this one, a production from Kevin Spacey's Old Vic company) and he's such a great stage actor. Very physical and animated. This was the perfect vehicle for him....he played a neurotic insomniac who has a nervous breakdown in the Manhattan  summer of '71. Just wonderful - we laughed so much! It's on until September, go if you can.

I've just come back from the Farmer's Market (my monthly stall) and am now off to walk Alice before her energy explodes! Hope everyone's having a wonderful week so far.

xx