The Belgian Bar

This little cold snap has really bitten hard.

Our little shop where we help people get and stay safely online, and encourage kids into a bit of digital creativity (sorry for the shameless plug) only has single-glazed windows - it's tricky to heat effectively.  I was on duty all day until our young workshop attendees left the building at 5.30pm.

I thought I'd prepared for the expected chill with many layers of clothing but as I left the building after dark it almost took my breath away.  The BBB and I had already planned to go to the Belgian Bar but then I remembered I needed to pick up some groceries from the local shop around the corner.  Himself headed onto the bar to get the beers in whilst I popped in and picked up some Turkish bread and black peppercorns.

The temporary respite from the cold, only served to make me feel colder as I left the shop.  I don't think I've ever walked quite so fast to the bar.

Opening the door and coming in to the bar was like being enveloped in a heated duvet.  It was glorious.

He'd already ordered two pints and was sitting down waiting.

The beer was just what I needed to stave off the chill (I know the physiology, and how much that statement is not literally true, but you know I mean).  The ABV of the Belgian Bar beers wanders around a bit but is always upwards of 5%, it seems.  

We left at around 7.30pm and the temperature had dropped further - I cursed my lack of a hat. 

I'd have been warmer if we'd gone straight home but I wouldn't have missed that feeling of just warming up with a beer in my head for the world.