This is not the most exciting revelation. But it is an unusual thing you may not know about me.
I don't like coffee. I wish I did. I have tried to. I would love to sit about in French cafes drinking tiny cups of chic hot caffeiney blackness.
I like a cup of tea. I drink a lot of them. Better than that, I really like a hot chocolate, or a chocolate milk, or a nice fizzy orange.
Yes, I am a child. In this and oh-so-many ways.