Drowning my sorrows....

It was the only thing to do, so I loaded Islay into her carriage and headed up to Kilvert's.
I feel much better after a half of Kitty Wilkinson stout from the Organic Liverpool Brewery.

The fact that I only needed a half shows that it wasn't exactly the end of the world.
My hoover blew up in the middle of vacuuming my living room carpet.
As the lady at Kilvert's said, "You'll just have to leave the cleaning and come to the pub instead."
Which sounds like quite a reasonable option - until the dog hairs build up so much they threaten to become a new life form, that is.