This is just typical. Beer Can Appreciation Day and I’ve gone and caught the bug that’s doing the rounds, so the thought of even a drop of booze makes me feel ill. However, perhaps this is perfect timing, as when I’m better and able to drink, I’ll truly appreciate the inebriating nectar slipping from the can into my bloodstream.
Apologies for the brevity of this post, my head’s a bit of a shed, but hopefully you’ll appreciate the love heart I made out of a Fosters ‘tinny’ in preparation for this occasion. I was debating carrying it in my wallet, but I’ll most likely stop appreciating beer cans if I cut my finger every time I rummage for change.