I am very fond of my tea. I take particular pleasure in drinking my cuppa every morning and evening. I am so possessive about my tea that if I havent drained a cup in a whole day I make a huge tantrum and basically have “donot approach” sign on my forehead. My husband says its a self fulfilling prophecy, but I seriously sincerely end up with a headache if I dont have tea. Nothing else will do.
Its like my “person“…. or my “kindred spirit” like out of an Anne of Green Gables’ novel, which I gulp heartily away.