It’s 11.00am, hot and sunny, I’ve walked the dogs. I am mowing the lawn, and am keeping myself hydrated with pints of water. Chantal, on the other hand, has decided that it is summer, the sun is shining, we are enjoying the garden, and so it is time to start serious drinking. Well, serious for her, anyway. What a role reversal this is! It’s usually me on the beer while Chantal is drinking fizzy water.
Chantal discovers a bottle of Corona in the fridge (Thanks Keith!), adds lime, and takes swig. She doesn’t like it because, apparently, it tastes too much like beer. No comment. And so we are now in the unusual situation of Chantal insisting that I drink beer, when I would prefer water.
It’s a shame about the lime – I don’t mind Corona, but fruit and beer is never a good combination, not even these continental strawberry beers or similar. I even avoid light ales if the description includes the phrase “just a hint of citrus”. Only one drink needs to be accompanied by fruit, and that is a G & T, and even then it must be lemon, not lime, something that some bartenders have trouble understanding.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
