Today I wanted to write about tea. If you knew me at all this would be one of the oddest things to post about, then again even if you don't know me it's still a rather odd post. I've never been much of a tea drinker. I've always enjoyed the odd cup every now and again, but it was never really the beverage of choice. That is until now. Recently I have become obsessed with the stuff. I now drink at least two cups a day. Very odd.
My Mum keeps giving me dodgy looks as she believes it's because I'm pregnant. Which I'm not by the way. One day, but definitely not yet. This thought came along because every time my Auntie was pregnant she suddenly craved tea. Better than coal I guess. But for me, to be honest I have no idea where these sudden cravings have come from, but I blooming love a good cup of tea. I love the taste, and I love how warm it is. Odd, odd, odd. Maybe I'm just becoming truly British.
The only thing I don't like about it is when I forget about it and it goes cold. Sad times.
Oooh and Twinning's tea. Never try this. It's awful. At first I thought that someone had spiked my tea with sugar! How rude! But no, that just the taste. It's very sweet, which for me equals disgusting. I guess if you take sugar in you tea it would be lovely. But for me, ergh!