She went downstairs with her favorite summer dress. Bright yellow, airy and with a few lollipops on it. She loved it. Her chariot was awaiting her, at least that was what she was calling her bike. She unlocked it, wiped the dust off the saddle and started to drive out of the building entry.

She wanted to get groceries and maybe an ice, just because it was hot and she was craving a Magnum with almonds. So where was I? Ah yes right, our lady in the yellow summer dress. Happily gliding down the road, evading cars and pedestrians.

Nothing could taint her happiness as she was on the way to get some soft cream in icy form. Along the way it got more crowded, as she was approaching the city center. A lot of posh cars, seeing the magnificent lady in her bright dress, elegantly riding between traffic jams. Not even whistling could be heard, she was too gorgeous to be disturbed by any such frivolous sounds. And while she was riding, tilting her head back at a red light where she needed to stop, she lost her balance. Right beside her, a red cabriolet stood still, awaiting green. She fell onto the bonnet of the car, quickly getting off it again and apaologising to the man in it. He had a giant mountain of hair and big sunglasses. “Do not worry about it, darling”, he said in baritone voice. She lifted herself onto the bike, blushing. “You might want to get that cleaned”, the man in the cabrio said, pointing towards her dress. It had red stains on it. “But, ….”, she mumbled.

Now, that I have your attention, I would like to address a topic very dear to me. Craving beer at inconvenient times.

So there you are, just minding your business, buying groceries or feeding the pidgeons. Or even just watching a plastic bag travel from one side of an open space to another. Just sitting there, innocently, you feel a slight scratching in neck and dryness in your mouth.

You taste horrible. You feel dusty.

But what is it your body craves? You cannot really tell but you are missing a cold sensation. The thing that makes you quench your thirst and refreshes your soul. Slowly you realise, it is beer you are craving. But what about the pidgeons, the plastic bag or the groceries? How will feed them? Who will watch it travel? Who will try to find the cheapest cheese in the very corner of the supermarket fridge?

Do you want to abandon these friends so very dear to you? No! I am the lord and shepherd of my body, of my thirst! I will not be stopped at what I want to do. So please, someone bring me a beer. Immediately. I am here, with the pidgeons and the plastic bag and the cheese I bought earlier.