Our children often hug me goodnight while I am working away at a brief or sitting next to a huge pile of exam papers, waiting to be marked. And especially in the latter case, I confess this is often accompanied by a pint of ale. My youngest daughter the other day told me she had had a dream that night in which I had found a cure for all cancers.
This was the modus operandi: I had spilt said beer (in said daughter’s dream) over the exam papers and by some interaction between beer and paper, the cure had come to me. Eureka! Somehow I have always known beer will save the world…
A warming thought for this chilly season. And one to lift our spirits, hoping for a less challenging 2017.
Enjoy your undoubtedly deserved breaks. Geert.
#1 by Eiríkur on 24/12/2016 - 5:56 PM
Hehe. Long live the beer. I assume it was Kilkenny.
Merry christmas