Tuesday night. The flat is dusty. A new air conditioner, more potent, less energy consuming was installed earlier. I’m back from work, The Secret Agent is knackered after minding our place and cleaning as much as possible. I jump in and start wiping dust. We are hungry. He wants to go out, to Porter & Sons, for beer and pasta. Comfort night food, after a long, hot day. He takes a shower and we go out. I order London Porter, because they have it on tap and I haven’t drank it in months. I wasn’t disappointed. It’s a Fuller’s beer, what there’s not to like? Coffee, toffee roast, wood and even bonfire potatoes in the nose, bitter and chocolate in the mouth. Medium body and a rich chocolate finish – this is a comfort drink, just what we needed.