>My flight was cancelled, so no weekend of marital bliss for us. Instead I’m doing the next best thing and running off to the summer house…
The weather forecast has a high probability of snow, so it will just be a weekend of relaxation and contemplation. Books, a warm fire, candles, good food, a bottle of wine. It could be worse, I guess, though it is most definitely a plan B.
Oh, and is it wrong to talk to your beer? Or pet it? The brew is fermenting away, burping merrily as it goes, and I can’t seem to walk past it without giving it a slight pet or a comment. It should be ready to drink before my husband leaves after New Year, so I’m looking forward to sharing that with him, even though he probably finds me silly and slightly nerdy for doing this. Well, I guess he’s used to that.
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