|Aren't I lucky? A shelf full of Bucky|
For me, the past two weeks have been like this - get up, go to work, stay there till Midnight (for maximum social distancing), go home, eat, have a few beers and go back to bed. The thing about this routine, is you have very little to look forward too at the end of the week. Basically, it's the same as a work day, only without the work.
And as such, you try to find the smallest thing about your old life to hang onto. With me, it will be Buckfast Sunday. Let me explain - every Sunday at 3pm, myself and few other regulars at a local micropub have a glass of the infamous Buckfast Tonic wine. Like all the best traditions, nobody really knows how it started (or even how a craft beer focused bar ended up stocking notorious Ned juice).
We've all sent out the Twitter messages to each other saying we've got the stuff in (I ordered 4 bottles from the Whisky Exchange to make the postage worthwhile) and we're all chilling them ready for tomorrow's online Bucky sharing. Daft, I know. But it's the little things that remind you the most of better times.
If anyone else has Bucky in, you're welcome to join us. And if you end up wreckin' the hoose after you've drunk a whole bottle, it will at least give you something different to do afterwards.
I know what you mean. I'm still going to work and Friday nights seem odd. Just sitting there in front of the computer is what I do every other bleedin' night! I'm not ready to turn to bucky yet though!ReplyDelete
I like the tradition, but wary of wrecking ma hoose, ah'm oot!ReplyDelete
Well, this is a new one. Happy to to join in. I will search down a bottle is said ‘juice’ and be ready next week...ReplyDelete
Good luck with the Buckfast Sunday. I've never tried Bucky, thinking it to be more the traditional drink for folk fae Fife.ReplyDelete
I have sampled another fortified wine - Thunderbird, which has had at least one song written about it - Thunderbird Wine by Townes Van Zandt.