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I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes
I'm still plugging away here at Wet January. I just figured there was a limit to how frequently people would want to read about it.
We went to the theatre last Saturday, and my theatrical drink of choice is usually a glass of red wine. Or rather, owing to pernicious policies, a plastic of red wine.
On Sunday, I decided to make myself a particular kind of hot chocolate (on which more later) and bought a pint of full-fat milk specially (our house usually runs on semi-skimmed). Then what with life getting in the way and dinner to cook and having to get to the pub for a quiz I didn't get round to making it, and had mulled wine at the pub instead.
Never mind, I'll make hot chocolate on Monday. I got on from work, made myself a cup of herbal tea while I cooked dinner, and... Oh. Oops. No hot chocolate for me today, then.
Incidentally, I'd like to state for the record that I drink Pukka detox tea because it tastes nice, not because I think it will in any way cause any kind of detoxification.
Tuesday was rapper practice, so I took fizzy water with me as usual. Wednesday I was working in the Oxford office and the bag of peppermint tea bags that lives in my work bag inexplicably turned out to be full of ginger tea bags instead.
On Thursday I was off out again to go Writers' Triangle, taking white wine with me. I stuck to that, despite Frances' attempts to inveigled me into various obscure and exciting alcoholic beverages her house could provide. It was Vouvray, if you're interested - a little sweeter than I'd normally go for, but surprisingly nice.
On Friday I went for a drink with colleagues after work. I eyed up colleague Marie's drink suspiciously. What on earth was that murky substance? Diesel, she said. I think of diesel as being another name for snakebite, but this did not look like snakebite.
Honestly, what is it with Germans and weird mixed drinks? They will put Coke with bloody anything. Coke with wheat beer, in this case. Which was... Well. Not as vile as it sounds?
On Saturday I had a very busy day and no time for fancy hot chocolate; I continued with the German mixer theme. Apfelschorle is the much less weird combination of apple juice and fizzy water.
Sunday I burnt my boats early by going to communion. I wondered whether I could pass that off as red wine, but really common wine is like nothing on earth. I got home to find someone else had deemed my full fat milk to be too far past its date (probably reasonably) and thrown it out, so no hot chocolate for me anyway.
But! On Monday - details to come - I made hot chocolate.
Day 6: red wine
Day 7: mulled wine
Day 8: "detox" tea
Day 9: water
Day 10: ginger tea
Day 11: white wine
Day 12: diesel
Day 13: Apfelschorle
Day 14: communion wine
Day 15: hot chocolate
We went to the theatre last Saturday, and my theatrical drink of choice is usually a glass of red wine. Or rather, owing to pernicious policies, a plastic of red wine.
On Sunday, I decided to make myself a particular kind of hot chocolate (on which more later) and bought a pint of full-fat milk specially (our house usually runs on semi-skimmed). Then what with life getting in the way and dinner to cook and having to get to the pub for a quiz I didn't get round to making it, and had mulled wine at the pub instead.
Never mind, I'll make hot chocolate on Monday. I got on from work, made myself a cup of herbal tea while I cooked dinner, and... Oh. Oops. No hot chocolate for me today, then.
Incidentally, I'd like to state for the record that I drink Pukka detox tea because it tastes nice, not because I think it will in any way cause any kind of detoxification.
Tuesday was rapper practice, so I took fizzy water with me as usual. Wednesday I was working in the Oxford office and the bag of peppermint tea bags that lives in my work bag inexplicably turned out to be full of ginger tea bags instead.
On Thursday I was off out again to go Writers' Triangle, taking white wine with me. I stuck to that, despite Frances' attempts to inveigled me into various obscure and exciting alcoholic beverages her house could provide. It was Vouvray, if you're interested - a little sweeter than I'd normally go for, but surprisingly nice.
On Friday I went for a drink with colleagues after work. I eyed up colleague Marie's drink suspiciously. What on earth was that murky substance? Diesel, she said. I think of diesel as being another name for snakebite, but this did not look like snakebite.
Honestly, what is it with Germans and weird mixed drinks? They will put Coke with bloody anything. Coke with wheat beer, in this case. Which was... Well. Not as vile as it sounds?
On Saturday I had a very busy day and no time for fancy hot chocolate; I continued with the German mixer theme. Apfelschorle is the much less weird combination of apple juice and fizzy water.
Sunday I burnt my boats early by going to communion. I wondered whether I could pass that off as red wine, but really common wine is like nothing on earth. I got home to find someone else had deemed my full fat milk to be too far past its date (probably reasonably) and thrown it out, so no hot chocolate for me anyway.
But! On Monday - details to come - I made hot chocolate.
Day 6: red wine
Day 7: mulled wine
Day 8: "detox" tea
Day 9: water
Day 10: ginger tea
Day 11: white wine
Day 12: diesel
Day 13: Apfelschorle
Day 14: communion wine
Day 15: hot chocolate
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