This year am participating in Ginuary: a different gin-based drink for each day in January. Am not a detox fan and it’s the opposite of a detox. It’s also a fun, creative project and a friend does it too. Read about it here:
Started with a French 75 on New Year’s Eve: gin, champagne and sugar syrup. My favourite.
Looking at Dad’s 1972 cocktail book for inspiration as have left Tequila Mockingbird:
Creme de Menthe
Need to source the bitters or do without them but have everything else.
In less good news:
Am under parental house arrest till further notice.
“You’re not yourself,” Dr Josh says.
“I feel completely mentally normal,” I say.
He and Mum laugh.
“You sound quite logical,” Dr Josh says. “However your speech is pressured and…”
“My thoughts aren’t racing,” I say. “Don’t really have any thoughts.”
“Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to put up with the parental strictures until your mood has gone down a bit,” Dr Josh says, scribbling something in my notes. “I’ve known you for a long time, Tanya, and I think I can say with some authority that your mood is elevated and, with the physical limitations on you managing alone at the moment – in the kitchen and so on…”
“My arm isn’t as bad as last time,” I say. “Look.”
Rotating my shoulder I raise my arm, pointing my hand to the ceiling.
“Marvellous,” Dr Josh says.
Achieve Spin after Dr Josh, look:
The attached orange person is my fluffy monster, with a few of Mum’s orchids.
Happy Saturday everyone.
*1989. By Jessica Fletcher. Book 1 in the Murder, She Wrote detective series.