So after I have breakfast at the cafe in the village, I'll be spending another day with no clothes on, blogging and listening to music, whiling away the time until happy hour at 4 p.m.
At last I've rediscovered the taste for beer, here's how it happened. The throat virus had ruined my sense of taste, so food tastes of nothing much. But of course everything balances up - so yesterday afternoon, when I opened a bottle of Number 8 brew (my favourite brew of the 10 I have made so far), it tasted twice as good as I remember. And the second bottle was even better than that. I stopped after 3, to avoid the risk of feeling any effects.
Tomorrow I'll take a selection of bottles with me to work, from brews 7, 9 and 10. I'll distribute them to a couple of colleagues who, like me, prefer taste to effect. I'm not sure if I like them enough to give them any of Number 8.
