I feel like I haven't really qualified the whole 'tea enthusiast' claim under the 'about me' section on the right yet. Not that it's particularly riveting, a year of having to justify absolutely everything I say in every essay that I've had to write might just be starting to take its toll on me however..
I don't know about you but I get a pang of guilt every time I pay for a cup of tea. Particularly if it's in a major coffee shop chain that charges me more than it would cost me to buy a box of teabags at the supermarket. I'm not going to go as far as coffee devotees in saying that 'it's just flavoured water' but...it does seem like a rather high price to pay for a student who fancies a fabulous tasting coffee/hot chocolate substitute doesn't it?
At present, I'm guzzling something within the realms of 8-10 cups of tea a day (did I say cup, I mean that's a bit of an understatement, my 'cup' resembles more of a jug). So you might say that my enthusiasm for tea has ventured into more of a form of therapy - an elixir to keep my head propped up at my desk for countless hours of dissertation writing/re-writing/scrapping/tearing my hair out everyday. As I write this, I'm attempting to politely sip a wonderful tea from Sri Lanka called Ceylon. I urge you to drink it, divine.
And for those of you who don't share my love of, ahem, 'flavoured water' - an older medic told me yesterday that many of her friends put on a stone during their very stressful fourth year at medical school. I suppose then that there are worse things than tea to overindulge in during stressful times.
