Snow in summer makes me want stout.

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Yesterday it snowed. It’s summer. And it snowed. I wanted to be mad about it - I really did… all that freaking cold air and the pointlessness of shaving one’s legs… but to be truthful I wasn’t mad…

I liked it. It was snug and warm inside and it made me think of the early darkness in winter and the smell of woodfires.   All of a sudden I WANTED it to be winter and for there to be a raging storm beating on the windows and to have footy on the tv and soup on the stove.

And stout. I wanted to be drinking stout.

Yesterday was a stout day. There’s only one thing I like better than a glass of sweet, figgy muscat by a roaring fire in winter and that’s a big dirty stout!

Bonox in a bottle. Liquid Marmite. A Meal in a Can.

It’s definitely not to everybody’s liking, in fact I know some people truly can’t stand it. But I want to plead with you - next time it’s winter and you’re reaching for the opened bottle of red - try a stout instead. You might surprise yourself…

or you might throw up a little in your mouth and tip it down the sink… but at least you’ll have given it a try!

It was warm again today - not stout weather any more.

Shaving legs weather.

Dammit.