Today was Grannie's birthday. At 86 years of age, full of the aches and pains that come with many years of aches and pains, she is determined to live until the day AFTER the 21st of December. All logic notwithstanding, she's convinced it's all going to Hell in a handbasket on the 21st.
Anyway, we took her to a tavern in town and had a lovely lunch, and since everyone was over 21, there was some imbibing of various witch's brews that went on. Grannie had a Heineken's. And a Bloody Mary. And in the interests of total honesty, I had two pints of Black & Tan. Lovely.
She's sleeping now. She'll be 86 and a day tomorrow.