Honey is all right but beeswax is right out

Bottle and glass of St Peters Honey Porter

So I was looking for something to drink during the last day of the Six Nations rugby and amongst others, found this: St Peter’s Honey Porter (dark brown, 4.5 % alcohol by volume). Now I like porters and I like honey flavoured beer, so the combination seemed a natural for me to try. Unfortunately, it turned out a bad idea. Perhaps this particular bottle had gone off somehow because I found it to be undrinkable, like biting into honey flavoured potpourri or beeswax. My first impression was the honey, then came the more disagreeable elements. The mouth feel was like drinking liquid soap, all smooth and cloying without any of the fizziness you expect from beer, while the taste evolved into a mixture of Cadbury’s milk chocolate and perfume, all floral and sweet. Very unpleasant indeed and in the end I poured it down the drain.

If this was how it was supposed, it wasn’t for me, though some people certainly like it.

Much more to my liking was the ordinary porter I drank before this abomination, the Klein Duimpje Porter: Light golden brown in colour, 5.5 % alcohol by volume. Starts off light, with metallic overtones, almost lager like, but becomes more bitter as the bottle progresses and ends at the Kilkenny or Murphy’s Red end of things. Something you could drink all day long without damaging your taste buds.

Too optimistic

So of course we were too optimistic. S. tonight had to go back to hospital as, probably due to an infection, she quickly got worse again this afternoon. We don’t quite know what has caused it, but fortunately she has been doing better once she was in hospital. Incredibly pissed off: less than a week home is a new record…

What I did today

Brought this to the garbage dump:

old sofa in the skip

So I could put in this (from a certain Swedish flatpack furniture seller):

old sofa in the skip

All to make sure S. is comfortable when she comes home tomorrow. Also, some cleaning and tidiying up; but not too much or she won’t recognise the place…

S. is coming home

So after more than a year of going in and out of hospital and her not having been home since early July last year, she’s finally well enough to try once again to leave the hospital. She’s already been home on trial for a day last Saturday and from Tuesday she’ll stay indefinately. It’s going surprisingly quick after such a long wait; we had expected to have a couple more trials first. Not that we’re complaining of course; it just means a lot more work for me getting the house back in order…

So you may get some lighter posting than you’re used to here. I don’t think anybody will begrudge me that…

Books read February

Though February is a short month, I still read much less than I should’ve. Only four books, three of which cost me a bit of trouble and one of which I would not have finished if it hadn’t been for my “Year of Reading Women” project.

Among Others — Jo Walton
A coming of age story a very many science fiction fans can recognise parts of, but with a certain kind of magic mixed in. A book that, if you recognise yourself in the protagonist, keeps you grinning for days after finishing it.

Bold as Love — Gwyneth Jones
In a near-future, dissolved England, rock ‘n roll revolutionaries take over real power in a country beset by ecological problems, internal strife and political unrest. Uneven, but much better than this quick summary makes it sound. This took me more time to read than I expected.

Sons of the Conquerors — Hugh Pope
Though located in the history section of the local library, this was more of a travelogue, though dense with history. Hugh Pope is a writer and journalist who has long lived in Turkey and been fascinated by the Turkish peoples, who comes across and oldfashioned Turcophile.

Swordspoint — Ellen Kushner
One of those books that’s published as fantasy and reads as fantasy, but could just as well be a straight historical romance: sword and sorcery without the sorcery. Nicely written but again a book I did longer over than I normally would’ve.