Anyone who knows me at all, knows I like a cuppa. I drink it like it’s going out of style, and yet that’s all come to an abrupt end just recently. For months on end I’ve been prodded and poked by my intuition to not only give up black tea once and for all, but to replace it with fresh mint (cleansing and enhances intuition). So insistent was the prodding that it reached fever-pitch, until I could no longer stand the nagging, and so I went cold turkey. Giving up tea was worse than giving up smoking (yes, I used to smoke many years ago, weird thought). Not one to suffer headaches or illness generally, for three days on the trot my head felt…