After our walk up to the pet shop, we have not done very much.
MOH was content to sit and read his book on Trafalgar, Hubby caught up with some sleep, the dogs settled down, and I was able to have some proper Me time on my blog.
I didn’t have to prepare anything other than a sandwich around 2pm as we were having scampi from the chippy later, so hardly any washing up either. It has actually been nice to have a lazy day and not run around chasing our tails, sitting in traffic, or walking round the shops with two very hot dogs pulling our arms out of their sockets.
After our main meal, which we had at 5pm, we got round to playing Scrabble.
My groundwork for the two letter words plus the one with all vowels paid off, and we had two good games with the three of us. I kept picking up nearly all vowels (of course) and put down EUOUAE once. No seven letter words this time, but MOH was in his element and won the first game, our overall total being 660.
The second game was won by Hubby, then MOH and I played on our own as he needed to walk and stretch his legs which were beginning to hurt.
I won that game, beating MOH by over 130 points but never told him that. He wasn’t very happy as he was picking up all vowels, though couldn’t put down the vowel word like I had previously. He did get rid of four Os with VOODOO though, and methinks he might have wanted to stick pins in one of me.
He’s never forgotten, or let me forget, the day at his that I conceded the game having been over 200 points behind after he’d put down two seven letter words already and I hadn’t picked up anything but vowels, scoring no more than 10 points in any one go. I admit I was getting frustrated at the way it was going, but it happens like that sometimes and when you think that a third of the tiles in the bag of 100 are vowels anyway, it’s not surprising when you seem to pick out nothing but. Also, 59 tiles, including all 33 vowels, only have a face value of one point.
Game tactics with just the two of us are different to when Hubby and I play, which sometimes can take the fun out of it, but then MOH is very competitive, which I’m afraid brings out the worst in me.
We’ve learned some good words though and the little dictionary is coming into its own.