A text message I sent to a few friends at the end of last week, when they were surprised or aghast to learn that I was resistant to the idea of coming out for a beer:
"Beer and I are undergoing a trial separation.
Well, it's enforced by circumstance, actually: I've been laid low by the laduzi all week.
It's all right. I anticipate a tearful reconciliation very shortly."
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