Cabin fever. I’ve been getting cabin fever for much of the week. Stuck inside trying to stay cool in a house with no air con. It’s a house that doesn’t breathe well. We have a few electric fans and a portable cooler, but they don’t make much difference.
It’s been so hot and damp over the last few days even the tiled floors have been sweating. We have had to buy a dehumidifier that we keep wheeling from one room to another. Every time I walk passed it, it goes into overdrive. Cinabar tells me I’m moist. That doesn’t seem like a compliment. I have certainly shed my quota of sweat over the passed few days, I can tell you.
The freezer truck that brought our groceries had broken down yesterday, so they had to bin all our cold stuff before it arrived. So, this afternoon we braved the local supermarket. The heat is obviously getting to people. Heat and bad tempers are like kindling ready to go up in flames. We’ve all got something on, good or bad. It’s how we act and how we don’t take it out on others that matters.
So, after some stressful parking, we managed to pick up some meat for a barbecue. The expression on the bear’s face on the front of this can of Tropical IPA, by Drop Bear Beer, reminded me how I felt in the carpark. An angry women driver got frustrated and beeped at me because I had to turn around and then wait due to a badly parked car that had blocked one side of the car park, and me trying to let another car pull out of a car park space. Forget cabin fever, she made me wish I’d stayed inside.
On pouring the can there was a herbal and tropical hop aroma from the almost bronze India Pale Ale. On taste this 0.5% in volume Tropical IPA had crisp citrus and notes of peach to begin with, followed by sweet pale malts to finish. It was very nice indeed and cheered me up a little whilst I set the barbeque. I hope you all have a cooler and more cheerful weekend. Cheers.
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