Monday, March 17, 2014

Mugshot Monday

Every mug in my cupboard tells a story. This one arrived with my husband's Aunty B and Uncle Alan from Dublin. The reason I remember it so clearly is we lived in Anstruther at the time, in the top two floors of a terrace row. Three bedrooms, a young baby, two dogs. However, being only a few miles from St. Andrews made us prime accommodation for the Open Championship, so we somehow managed to house an extra eight adults and I presume at least another three, possibly four dogs, for as long as the golf was on. Good times.

It must have been the year 2000. How time flies!!!

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