My second bottle of Coopers Stout in one day, and I’m a bit squiffy. Squiffy enough to describe myself as squiffy.

I returned to the bottle store this afternoon to get a second bottle. I had found it to be a very enjoyable drink. In the interval since this morning they had been put on a threefor special. Three for $21. So I bought three. When I scanned my customer card it turns out I had a ten dollar credit. Now I had three for eleven dollars. An alcoholic’s dream.

There must have been some residual alcohol in my system from lunch time, because this evening as I drank a second bottle (because it has been so hot) I felt squiffy before I finished the 750ml bottle. Squiffier, even, now I have finished it.

The bad news is that the kilojoules in a 750ml bottle of Coopers Stout blow out the budget for dinner, considering I already had one with lunch. I’m reduced to eating lettuce and tomato only.

I had planned to try making a a quinoa kedgeree as my contribution to culinary history. It will now have to wait until tomorrow. Too squiffy to continue, anyway.

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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