My mother swears by Guinness as an aid to lethargy. She usually has some in the fridge and whips it out whenever someone says they’ve been feeling rather lackluster or have been diagnosed anemic. Of course, she understands that many people, particularly those who do not drink beer, are unlikely to sup on a Guinness-filled drink, just like that. Instead she magics a frothy glass of Guinness punch as a compromise.
