I lost something.
Something I never thought I would lose.
We are not talking about keys or a book, here.
I am always losing bets as we already know - I am rubbish at gambling!
I hardly ever win an argument and as for the small round lump that medical types call a beer belly.... the least said the better.
But this week I lost something I never thought, in my wildest dreams, I would lose.
I didn't even think it WAS possible to lose the thing that I lost. But lost it I did.
Sunday morning found me sat on my chair building myself up for the day ahead. I had already seen the Ferret man (not a weird superhero, but a man who owns ferrets and is going to get rid of all the feral rabbits round my way) and I sat back down to enjoy a cup of tea.... when it happened.
I took a sip of my brew and suddenly realised .... I don't like tea anymore.
For more years than I care to remember I have always enjoyed a cup of tea. So much so that only drink from a pint pot - like a proper man.
But Sunday gave the realisation that my mouth and my brain have different ideas on what is nice and what is not.
Instead of getting that warm, sweet taste from each sip of drink, I was left with an indescribable, almost instinctive need to spit it out.... and so I did.
I wish they had told me earlier, before I had bought a massive box of tea bags to get through December with.
Luckily I have an emergency stash of fruit teas in the house and so I have been enjoying the fresh sweet flavours of Cranberry, Mango and Pineapple or Peppermint teas for most of this week.
I am now left in a very bizarre state as I am no longer able to trust my own body.
Do I still like custard creams, for example?
What about grapes or toast or
I just don't know who I am any more and this may have extreme consequences in the weeks to come.....