While in the store yesterday - the same store in which I bought the mug (more of that later) and the hat - I saw a photo frame. Written around the edge it said, 'Family Memories', and it had spaces for four photos. 'That would make a good present for Auntie Maud,' says I to myself. 'I can put old photos in it; she'll like that.' So I bought it.
Now all I have to do is:
go up to the attic;
find the box of old photos;
rummage through to find suitable snaps;
adjust size and shape to fit holes;
Note to self.
Next year either:
a) start shopping in August;
or b) buy chocolates or plants or anything that doesn't take three hours of my valuable time. When I could be blogging.
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Now that singing mug. How does it work? There is no obvious sign of anything mechanical or electrical, and surely you couldn't wash it if it were sensitive? It must be magic; that's the only logical answer.