I was never much of a coffee drinker
I preferred tea, hot chocolate and honestly… Pepsi.
As I get older I find myself writing more often than not with some form of milky coffee to my side and I begin to realise.
I am turning into my grandma.
She was always a coffee drinker, coffee with that “coffee mate” stuff.
I would make her a coffee every day,it would be something we bonded over when I was little and a relatively menial task I could do as teen that let my grandma sit down and take a load off.
I would make the coffee and we would sit and watch countdown or deal or no deal or come dine with me.
They were precious after school moments that added so much to my life, I am not sure how I have gone 11 years without them.
I am turning into her, but the question is…
Will I do her justice?
Much like every new “doctor”, the people they are wondering.. ( aside from if they will ever measure up to David Tennant)
Will they do them justice?
I am like her, but I am not her.
For better and in many cases I am sure worse.
Would she be proud of the woman I have become?
Would she take great delight in the things in which I am like her?
Would she be ok with the few tweaks and changes I did to her character? In my own interest, my own politics,my own generation?
I don’t know.
One thing is for sure, every time I say a word with a potteries inflection and take a sip from my coffee, I get an urge to watch quiz shows and talk about race horses and eat cottage pie.
Its one thing of this regeneration I would never change.