A cup of coffee.

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.