I have never really craved for liquid refreshment, even on the hottest, driest of days, I would ignore my parchment like a good Redcoat is trained to do. Programmed as we were for the barren dryness of India or the questionable water quality of the Rangoon basin, quaffing was a luxury easily put aside by a British regular.
Now I am unable to indulge at all, how my inner fortitude has amended. A mere drip would be as a loving cupful, a pint alike dipping my face in refreshing Caribbean Ocean spray. No doubt these feelings will quickly dissipate when my swallow returns, but a valuable lesson will have been learnt.