I need you in the morning, To stir me from my bed. I need you in the evening, Before I rest my head. I need you when I get to work, Or simply cannot start. I need you when I've had a shock, To calm my racing heart. I fear if there's a shortage, I simply will not cope. My friend, My rock, My daily fuel. My little mug of hope. I really need to stop writing odes to beverages. This is becoming a habit. ...
Who is actually a Mum of two, and didn't think her blog name through.