My mum was the world's biggest tea drinker and believed it could cure all known illnesses and prevent any you didn't know about.
When I was likkle , sick and unable to go school I used to have no choice but go with my mum to work.
She worked in a ...how can I put this politically correctly ....mental hospital
. She did the uniform stuff for doctors and nurses not a patient. So you used to have to sit there all day feeling shit however she would go and let you sit in on basket weaving classes with the 'patients' and stuff like that
. This was before the days of Childline
.
Anyways we had to go to the staff canteen for lunch and she was ordering me to drink me tea even though I felt really queasy. Yep you guessed it - projectile vomitting over everyone
I was only about 8 or 9 and so embarrassed I ran off down the corridor and locked myself in some large room / cupboard . I didn't realise there was a patient in there and he was mumbling freaky deeky weirdo stuff and I panicked and couldn't get out.
You can see the trauma levels piling up can't you .
Anyways ...I blame the tea