Oh my god – after 45 years, 9 months and 26 days, yesterday I had my very, very first ever coffee in my whole life.
We'd popped into the Nespresso store to top up Mr H's stash of the magic pods, where H of course headed straight to the coffee bar to suck up a freebie Dharkan before purchasing half the shop. The girl kindly put out a cup for me, where of course I said my usual 'no thanks, very kind, but don't drink coffee' line – always so smooth and cool when middle-aged and thirsty in a massive coffee nirvana.
She persuaded me to try a Brazilian thingy with a 4 rating, as a latte – and, with a bit of sugar and lots of stirring it actually tasted almost – chocolatey? No idea why or how but it was a massive first – I drank a whole small coffee!
H of course was immediately 'right, quick – now let's try you on some wine'. That would be an even bigger miracle, but for now, I might just try another cheeky little latte this morning and see if 'yep, I'll have a coffee' could finally become an occasional part of my drinks-limited repertoire. Better late than never! x