So the 2020 hell-hole of never-ending shitness continues.
I suppose there was a bit of light in the US election result but there's a pretty low bar for what's "good" just now.
We've been pretty busy with work since the lockdown ended, and we managed another trip to Bristol but the best bit was a trip to Brownsea Island - we took beer and wine and we walked and communed with squirrels. This was our highlight of the year.
Since then there has been sad family business to deal with and now, here we are again in lockdown.
Our beer deliveries from our favourite breweries continue and we've added darker beers into the mix, reflective of the change of season.
But there are pubs and breweries that won't come out of this. Those that do will struggle since many rely on December as a way of ridng out dryanuary and wet Tuesdays in February. This makes me sad - beyond the missing my regular pub trips - because it's the guts being ripped out of an industry that already suffers from a perception of them being drug pedlars only in it for a quick profit.
When lockdown ends - I'll be in my trusted pubs again; we'll go to Bristol and hope that our favourite places have weathered the storm.
Until then the only way I can cope with this stuff is to accept that I have no influence over most of it; take a deep breath; make sure the fridge is full of good beer from independent breweries and help the people I work with and work for concentrate on the reason we're in business. As my grandmother was (apparently) wont to say "the sooner you accept that God sends the weather, the happier you'll be". I don't believe in God but I totally believe her philosophy on this.
