Whatever that means
A day of two halves: the first half spent mainly in bed and the second in the brew shed bottling. It’s slog, all that sterilising and rinsing. There must be an easier way to do it, especially when you’ve got 150 of the buggers to clean, fill and cap. Still, all done now and sitting in the hallway warming up so that it can do it’s fermenting in the bottle thing. Now to plan the next batch.
When all that was done, there was a wee triumphant trip to the bowling where I managed to win by randomly throwing (is that the right word? Do you throw?) the highest number of a consecutive strikes. My impressive two was one more than anyone else’s random throwing.