Old jug

This jug was my mum’s. I don’t use it much but I’m keeping it because it might have been my Victorian grandma’s. I have hardly anything of my mum’s because their bungalow in Llandudno was flooded in 1994 by the River Conwy not the sea. The water was up to the kitchen work surfaces so everything in the cupboards was filthy and smashed. 
The flooded happened on completion day for my Dad’s house sale before the buyers had signed the contract. Dad needed to sell his house to pay for his nursing home. I didn’t care about the buyers because I found out they owned a nursing home and were buying up their patients’ house cheaply. That seems like a very underhand practice to me. It would have been poetic justice if the sale had gone through.