Sour

It has been a day of domestic drudge to offset yesterday's high finance shenanigans. 

Laundry. The supermarket. That is about it. Anyway, good to have fresh food in the fridge and clean underwear in the wardrobe. 

I am rewarding myself with a wee beer. I have tasted the product before - but on draft in the tiny 3-table pub (Krafty) where I bought it. It is brewed in distant Portobello, so it is quite exotic. 

The label describes it as a "modern sour beer" which seems just right for an elderly pseudo-hipster. But will it slow down my 5k Parkrun trundle tomorrow morning?