We had a good day yesterday, MOH having treated himself to some new clothes when out with Hubby, and then when Hubby had to go out, MOH and I played crib.
We were relaxed and chatted about family, houses, dogs and a host of other things, so it didn’t matter if the scores weren’t high, but I won the first game, he the second and I the third. The latter was evenly matched and there were only five points in it.
When Hubby got back, we had a cup of tea, then I walked Maggie round the Avenue on my own as Bud was still flaked out, bless him.
We cleared the table and played scrabble.
We don’t have a dictionary, so anything we were unsure of had to be looked up on the internet. This will probably be rectified in the next couple of days.
Our first game gave us a joint score of 597, mine being the highest as I managed to score trebles on higher scoring tiles like the Z, X, and J.
Our second game was pretty abysmal in comparison, a mere 502, which MOH won.
The third was our best, and I managed to put down 2 seven letter words. The joint score was 652. Our best game to date is 678 so we have to go some to beat that.
MOH has a list of spare parts he needs for a motor bike he’s rebuilding. The supplier is in Norfolk, which although 3 hours from us is still considerably nearer than to him! So he’s off on his own later and we’ll look after the dogs. I think we’ll put the tree and trimmings up ready for our Christmas dinner tomorrow (bet you thought we were joking about celebrating in July).
I went out to darts last night and came back angry. I’d walked to the venue as it’s not too far from our home site, but the pub was locked up and no-one answered the bell or my knocks. There was also no-one else around, and let’s just say it’s not exactly the nicest area of town at night.
I walked to our home venue to ask if anyone knew what was happening and was told the match had been cancelled.
I wasn’t bothered about that, but I was annoyed that the team captain hadn’t contacted me to let me know, especially as I’d seen him in the morning and confirmed the venue. He said he’d been up on Monday to find the place locked up so was waiting to hear from the committee about the situation and would give me a call if it was cancelled. I’d made a point a couple of weeks ago to make sure he had my number. My fault I suppose for not getting his.
This is the second time I’ve turned up for a game only to find no-one else has. The only numbers I have are for my neighbour (who didn’t go as she’s just got back from a week away and she didn’t have any other numbers either) and another team-mate who is on holiday for three weeks.
So, I walked home and have decided to go for the home match next week and find out if they want me to play for them or not. It’s a shame, but if they don’t, that’s equally OK because at least Hubby won’t have to come and collect me at midnight or just after because we’ve all got stuck on double 1!
It’s great to play friendly board games 🙂
But very frustrating about the darts cancellation and no-one informing you.
ho hum. The organisation of the team (and the one for the winter) isn’t what I’m used to.