La Sagra Blanca de Trigo

Exploding Kittens, after dinner games. After dinner drinks. A smart looking bottle, I looked twice in the supermarket, is it craft or is it crafty?

It’s not memorable whatever it is. The glass is finished. I explode, unable to defuse. The kids in bed, more Wee Free Men. More silly Scottish voices. Wishing the beer had spoken Spanish, rather than bland.

Off to bed.

14:52 UTC, 20th August 2017