A bug. A bug in a mug. Not snug in a mug - oh, enough, enough. I just wasn't very happy to have this fly onto my office desk when I was tidying it. It's not a coffee mug - more a paper clip mug, so it wasn't too disgusting, but I think it's yet another example of Union Street wildlife, of which there was plenty today. Since the temperature hit a wild 59 degrees, the squirrels were up and scampering in the walls (I always pretend that they're racoons, and indeed occasionally they may be, only at the moment they sound fairly small - just energetic). It's one of my favorite mugs - an Oxford Women Students suffrage mug: one that always makes me think that I was born out of my time, and that really, it would have been better spending one's radical youth on this, rather than occupying the Examination Schools in the determined attempt to make the university give us a student union (tidying papers in the basement last weekend, I found the roneoed days' programs for that - evening disco and all).