Mrs RM is very keen for you to know the house is looking better than it did a week ago;
By the time the pubs open, it might be habitable, which is ironic as I shall be out at the pub, shan’t I ?
She’s particularly pleased with her work on the fireplace;
In case you’re wondering, the correct answer is
“It looks really nice, would you like a beer and a Dunkin Donut ?“
Mrs RM has been enjoying her beers since we moved in; she should resurrect her blog, which came to a juddering halt shortly after Maidenhead (as so many things do).
Other folk on my Twitter timeline are reviewing low alcohol versions of the classics;
But Mrs RM is sticking firmly to the craft and murk.
Since Lockdown I can’t stand outside the Kelham pubs with my milk bottle anymore, so it’s been pot luck parcels from the cheerful Hop Hideout lady Jules who battles the snow and slopes to drop a parcel of stuff at the door on the Friday.
I carefully showed Mrs RM the cans, just as a wine waiter would at Pizza Hut.
“We have a “Rosemary & Lemon Lichtehainer” from Abbeydale“
“How strong is that ?”
“What’s the other one ?”
“Double Dank DIPA from Cloudwater made with hops that smell of armpit and cat wee”
“How strong is it though ?”
And that’s how beer choices are made in our house.
Except, the armpit was coming through too strongly, or was ill-matched with the smiley face donut, and she went “euurgghhhh“.
So I had to drink it for her (it was great). AND the Abbeydale. AND then walk up the hill to Walkley Beer Co to buy her some proper cask murk from Abbeydale.
But she was happy, and that’s all that matters.