As I sip from the same cup that my grandmother once did, I sense something I cannot explain. How this cup and saucer, simple in their design, can join three generations of women together. I drink from it, as my mum has, and her mother before her; a biscuit on the side, a smile and sparkle in her eyes. This cup and saucer is our tale. They hold the stories, dreams and tears of our lives. A constant among all the change. Here before and after we have gone.