Chicken mouth jug is very precious to my heart. Once upon a time, he lived in my Grandparents' kitchen and came out for breakfast time to serve the milk in. I loved him. I'd ask my Grandmother to get Chickenmouth jug out whenever we went round. I looked forward to breakfast for him alone.
A few years later, he'd been retired to the china cabinet. I remember asking my Nan, "When you've finished with him, can I have him?". Terrible child that I was, that meant, "When you die, please leave him to me in your will." or "Can I have it?". How shocking! My grandparents used to laugh when I said that as I'm pretty sure that they knew that was what I was implying.
Nonetheless, in my latter teenage years, before my nan died, she gave me Chickenmouth jug. He lived in our china cabinet. I didn't use him.
Fast forward over a decade and when I moved to our old home, he came with us.
In the months leading up to our move, CBC was moaning about all the 'inherited clutter' from my old house and made some reference to getting rid of him. I remember being already incensed with CBC anyway, but I remember being utterly furious at the thought of him not regarding Chickenmouth jug in the same affection as I did. To him, he's just a piece of lifeless china, and I expect to you or the average person. But to me, Chicken mouth jug was something my Nan gave me, one of the last things. I hope he remains with me for long to come.
Do you have anything like this?
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