At times like these there is only one solution: A cup of tea.
The fact I am drinking said tea out of a Starbucks mug and feel a little bit like a traitor shouldn't let this newly found temporary happiness be tarnished. I'm sure Starbucks would be happy to know they are helping me out, even if I have now stained the inside of the mug with the tea and stole it from them in the first place. Actually Starbucks will probably be pretty annoyed with me given how I haven't been there in ages and would rather drink from Cafe Nero if I had the choice.
I imagine they also wouldn't be best pleased at my recent transition from an avid coffee addict to someone who quite enjoys batting for both sides. I'd never been fond of tea until not so long ago I was offered a cup. How can you say no to someone offering you tea with eyes that say, "If you say no I'll feel like you've rejected this offer of friendship and may well cry?"
You can't.
It's not possible.
That's why all those celebs keep adopting orphans: They never plan to, but it's the eyes!
Caffeine is truly the way to my heart. There is now an everlasting bond between me and the one who converted me to her tea drinking ways, whether she likes it or not.
Not that I'll ever stop loving coffee, or my first love, Diet Coke.
But sometimes bigamy isn't as bad as it's made out to be.