Why oh why does my gorgeous husband insist the house needs shitty mugs? We have a beautiful set of mugs bought from a very upmarket retailer and have 12 in the set so there’s never ever none of them in the cupboard. Just found him making coffee for 6 people that seem to be congregating here at the moment and there’s a crappy chipped odd assortment being handed around and the lovely ones are sitting in the cupboard apparently getting in his way in finding the old crap ones that he loves so much. Three times last month I moved them all into the utility room putting them in storage and three times they’ve found their way back into the house. I think it must be a link to his old poor student days but I’d far rather he kept a pair of his student pants rather than these shitty old mugs.