Household Obsessions

I'm not sure I've ever mentioned this, and I'd have been right to keep so mum about it, but it's time to spill the beans. In my house, we have a lot of penguins. A lot, a lot. And it's not even my fault. Now, don't get me wrong, I like the penguins, and penguins in general, but I didn't know how much I liked them until I met my husband. And let's just talk about him for a few minutes since we hardly ever do that.

You remember when you were a kid and you were obsessed with something? A toy, or a doll, or a cartoon, or an imaginary friend. Well, my adorable husband learned about the flightless birds and latched onto what I'm sure will be a lifelong obsession. The table names at our wedding were named after different kinds of penguins, I mean, THAT'S how much he likes them. So when Christmas came around this year and we got a fluffed and stuffed envelope in the mail from my in-law side, I was not at all surprised to see the likes of a penguin pulled out of the envelope. What I was surprised about was that he was a purposeful penguin. A warming penguin. A penguin to keep my cafetiere cosy. Yes, a coffee cosy.

Observe:

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Looks like we're going to have to come up with another name for a penguin over here!