"I've gone off tea," said my Mum, casually. I missed it at first; the sound of a local news reporter going on about bluebells was overwhelming the living room.
"What?" I said, eventually.
"I've gone off tea," she repeated, "unless it's that really posh stuff you left behind."
"Expensive taste!" I proclaimed, "That's your trouble." It suddenly occurred to me that it might be all down to me leaving home.
It does leave me with a dilemma though. Do I leave the tea here so that it's here when I am, or do I take it home, now that it might not get brewed here in my Mum's tea-free zone. It's a first-world problem for sure.
"You know your mother's gone off tea?" asked my Dad, wandering in with a cup of instant coffee he'd just made for himself.
It's all change round here then.
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