Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 16 September 2011
I had a rough, tiresome week. I don't complain (or I try not to), this is life, so it often sucks, but it becomes necessary to switch off and cool down on a Friday night. It is a question of survival. So tonight I tried to treat myself. Firstly, I stopped for a drink at the local pub. Then I bought some more beer at home (Guardsman from the very young Windsor & Eton Brewery, which makes me like Windsor more). I flavoured the pizza we had with what was left of olives in a jar (I had bought them for a puttanesca). Some cheap pitted green olives, but I love olives, even cheap ones. It doesn't take me much to be happy, or to find comfort food. The downside to the beer/olives mix is that I am now dehydrated and drinking gallons of water. But oh, what a lovely moment I had! My Friday treats change from week to week, usually it involves drinking, eating and reading (I have piles and piles of books). This Friday, it was beer and olives. And now I wonder what is yours.