I’ve always been a tea drinker, an addictive heirloom I received from my mother. There’s something so comforting about it, like it’s a nice pat on the back or a hug with which to start your day. Tea whispers courage and love into your soul and convinces you that you’re a good person, who’s worth everything and can achieve anything.

I found a love of coffee when I started working full-time in a labouring job a couple of years ago. Less loving but no less encouraging, coffee slaps you hard around the face, spits in your eyes and screams that you need to stop being a little ***** and get on with it.

And sometimes I just really need that.