On The Joys Of Afternoon Snoozing

I've been off the sherbert recently, a pesky chest infection making for a deadened palate and no appetite for alcohol. With the tubes feeling clearer today, I ventured forth for a pint or three.

The beer was great - Oakham Akhenaten was blisteringly full of hops - but even better was the afternoon nap that followed. Back home, feeling mellow, citrics still licking around my mouth, the crossword was put to one side... and two hours of blissful snoozing was enjoyed.

There are few things finer in life than the post-pub afternoon nap. Sheer contentment in a to-hell-with-the-housework style. If you get the opportunity to indulge in one, I'd thoroughly recommend it.