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My Cup of Tea or Yours

My neighbour was having some windows fitted and my husband spoke to them about replacing some glass for us.

I came out to walk the dog and there was one of my cups on the bin. I couldn’t understand why it was there as neither me or my husband would have made their workman a drink, so how could it have got there?  

One of them saw my puzzlement and said, “It was over there,” meaning it was on the ground, so he put it on the bin. I put it on my doorstep as I had already locked the doors d would take in in when I returned.

When I returned, the cup had gone. It turned out the lady next door had the same cups as me. She bought then from Dunelm Mill, too.

What a coincidence, it wasn’t as if Dunelm Mill was on our doorstep and there are 100s if not 1000’s of different cups, yet we chose the same ones.

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