Unlike cricket, the fact that it’s raining, read CHUCKING IT DOWN, does not mean that darts will be called off.
Tonight it is the mixed fours, and all being well, we should have at least two teams in the running tonight as we have, oh yeah four ladies and four guys, eight of each if everyone turns up to play.
Hubby and I have just had five short games and we won the first four alternately, so it was all down to the fifth. I just managed to get my finishing double before him, but it could have gone either way.
There should be no supper tonight because it’s a cup match knockout, but we could well be late, so I’m having something to eat before I go out.
I made a stew today as it’s been so cold, so that’s tomorrow and Thursday sorted, though the latter is the day of the funeral and we have been invited to the wake afterwards.
My game is changing again, and now I cannot hit the twenties for toffee. I’ve been working on the ‘safe side’ of the board (aka the left) and at least scoring more than 20 in most instances, but I’m not consistent. Oops.
A team mate is picking me up so Hubby won’t have to come and collect me. He does however get the short straw of walking the dog in the wet. It really is horrible out there.