George and I have taken up playing Scrabble again. Until last night it had been going well. George had won every game, usually only by a few points, but that was enough to keep him happy.
Last night he kept picking up all the vowels, I seemed to get all the consonants, especially the difficult and high-scoring ones. I was ahead by over 50 points when he got grumpy. Having no vowels of my own I had to make use of the vowels he had set down so the game got a little closed-in. I should have been more thoughtful, apparently.
We both spat our dummies out.
We completed the game in almost silence.
We laughed about it later.
Watch out tonight George. I've been studying the word lists.
PEAR TREE LOG
pear tree log: I started this blog to keep my younger son, Jonny, in touch with life in Lincolnshire, while he spent a year working in China. That year turned into five! Now he is home and training to become a physics teacher. This is simply a patchwork quilt of some of the things I enjoy - life in rural Lincolnshire, our animals, friends, architecture, books, the gardens, and things of passing interest.