The message reminded me of a similar incident a few weeks before. I’d offered somebody a cup of tea and they’d smiled and said: “I’d love one, thanks, but I’m really particular about how I take my tea,” and then explained exactly how they wanted it. I was staggered – and haunted by the memory of the many weak, milky cups of torture I’d politely endured in the past. I’m also particular about how I take my tea – who isn’t? – but I’ve never thought to mention it in such detail. Again, if I had, I would have worried I’d be seen as demanding and difficult, rather than someone giving our national drink the respect it deserves.