I’ve been drinking a lot of tea lately. I’m still all about the coffee; we got a cafetière at the weekend, so we could try my Dad’s lovely Christmas present from here. I have to say though; I’ve revised my somewhat scathing opinions of tea since Sarge arrived on the scene.
There are some quite exciting things happening for me, and tea is the only thing that stops my brain from buzzing. The fact I now ask Sarge to make me tea instead of coffee at night makes me think of other things I’ve changed my mind about over the years.
Sundays – Loved up or not, I hated them until October 2009. I always read Sunday papers on days that weren’t Sunday and generally pretended there were two Saturdays in my week. However, Sundays and I are on speaking terms now.
Iphones – Mine, specifically. Before I got it for free, I swore I wouldn’t get one. That was before GPS saved my nerves and my street cred. And before Angry Birds added a few more layers to my already solid relationship. It’s good for communication and problem-solving skills. ‘Honey, can you beat this stupidly hard level for me? Thanks, I owe you one. ‘
This stuff is still on the Do Not Like list: discrimination, apathy, vomiting, bad coffee, Neil Diamond and ferrets. Those are still non-negotiable.