Tonight, at supper, I had a beer.
Hardly revolutionary, but it was the first beer I’ve had in months. The first real beer I’ve had in years.
I had one home brew over the summer, but it just wasn’t quite the same.
I’d forgotten that I rather like beer. It’s tasty. Smooth and tasty.
I was off alcohol for nearly five years, between trying to get pregnant, being pregnant and breastfeeding. That all ended nearly a year ago and, since then, I’ve indulged in the occasional glass of wine, fruity martini but no beer. It seemed that, if I were going to drink, I should drink real drinks pressed from local (organic) grapes or concocted from multiple (organic) fruits. Beer seemed second class.
Seems I was so missing out.
I managed to convince the Magpie that she wasn’t missing out though, and that she would really prefer some of her father’s iced tea. Today, it worked.