We are lucky enough to have a garden, even though we live in an inner city area. This allows us the potential pleasure of sitting outside during the summer months with a cold drink, relishing the warm breeze, and reviewing what needs to be done to maintain said garden.
Now I don’t know about yourself, but I equate summer drinks, whether alcoholic or not, with ice cubes. In my mind, ice cubes epitomise a cool long drink in the dying embers of the day. And although I am appreciative of the square ice cube and all that it personifies, I do rather relish the more flamboyant one.
So today, having dropped my precious little bundle off at his grandpa’s house, I have been afforded the joy of sitting in the garden with a cold drink of vermouth, embellished and cooled by my favourite ice cubes of the moment.
Some may see this as frivolous, and not worthy of a mention. But, my friends, this is the first time I have been without my smallest boy for more than one night, ever. So it is with slight trepidation, and an understanding that he is in the safest of hands, that I have allowed myself to sip on the wonders of an alcoholic drink, before the sun has set.
I have to say it is a mixed pleasure, but one, I hope, to get used to.