I may have mentioned before. But I’ve a fondness for Mr Samuel Smith’s Imperial Stout. This isn’t Guinness, which I adored before the addition of fish bits. This is pure heaven in a glass. That may sound a little like a Sainsbury’s commercial, but I can’t say in words how gorgeous this beer is.

On Tuesday things get even better. I shall have the chocolate variety.

Bored with shopping, and with all this talk of contagion (yes, I know it’s not real), I thought I should further protect myself by urgently consuming vitamins.

However, it’s well known that such things don’t taste very nice. So I’ve opted for the liquid form.

Looking at my Epifection map, though, makes me think I should cross the high level bridge soon.

I may have to take refuge in the Central, on the other side of the bridge.