My Dad was a bit of a card……… wicked sense of humour, quick-witted, and got on with just about everyone.
He worked on the laundry when I was born, but later moved into the building trade.
He tried a variety of other little things later in life to try and make a few bob, like making those little cottages, chimney lining, and something I can’t quite recall that had him off on a course for a few days.
I mentioned in a comment yesterday about a game called Auction Rummy where we (the family) ganged up on my sister’s boyfriend leaving him with most of the deck when somebody got out.
On this particular course, it wasn’t Auction Rummy but a game of Cheat that got the trainees together. An actor from the TV series Dad’s Army who just happened to be staying at the same hotel asked if he could join in and by the end of the evening, apparently he and my Dad were like old chums.
There was a fair amount of beer plus lot of laughter and cheating going on, which was obviously to be expected, when suddenly someone announced they were laying six aces, and everyone shouted CHEAT in an almighty chorus!
The player turned each card over slowly to reveal………… six aces, having introduced a second deck of cards when no-one was looking.
Growing up, we played a lot of card games, some for pennies but always for fun.
However, playing Cheat was a game I could never get to grips with, and never won.
The problem was that every time I cheated, I had the biggest ‘tell’ at the table……..
that embarrassing blush of guilt!