For the first time in ages, last night I drank a beer. This took 2 attempts:

1. Pete bought me a Thrappledouser but the barmaid then pulled another pint of it, was told it was off and then came to check on mine. It tasted OK to me but Pete vetoed it.
2. The Thrappleshagger was replaced by a St Andrews Ale. A bit insipid but it felt like beer.

Of course, my body punished me by waking up at 6·30. This was after Julia had phoned at 1·30. I’m truly non compos mentis right now