Picnic Breakfast for two in Toy Town
“While I’m worth, my room on this earth. I, will be, with you”
Some Wednesday’s are better than others in The Matrix and today, hence far, has been one of those days. OK, the sun didn’t shine but the rain didn’t pour down either and whilst a strong wind scattered the pages from both the Uno and Yahtzee score books hither and thither (and on more occasions than should be readily admitted to in public) none of this mattered to the two merry pranksters who over bacon and sausage sandwiches and too many old fashioned sweets to mention or be readily admitted to in public either, one was left ruing the unlucky turn of a card, the roll of a dice and the inability to win a silly game of placing triangles into hexagons (I’ll explain it to you later), whilst the other, was champion of the World once more.
Altogether now…
“I’ve had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I’ve come through
And I mean to go on and on and on and on
I, am the champion, my friends
And I’ll keep on fighting till the end”
Sorry. Right, down to the good stuff.
PS — Treat yourself to this piece of magic from The Proclaimers before you carry on if you wish.
“Uno” Score
Dad 2
Lad 1
Game 1 was a stroll in the non-existent sunshine for the lad as he won the first 3 hands handsomely, allowed me a victory in the fourth, before wrapping up the game in the fifth and a comprehensive 106–38 win was his. Game 2 was almost a role reversal as I held a commanding 81–25 lead but rather limped to the finish line with small but crucial wins to eventually even the game score with a 116–25 triumph. Game 3? Bragging rights for the morning session? A tight, tense game (as the wind yet again sent pages of the score book to all four corners of the park!) resulted in seven high scoring rounds of cards and a lead of 16 points (87–71) entering the eighth and indeed final hand. With despair writ large all across the lad’s face (or was that tomato sauce?) a 21 point victory handed me a full and final game win of 108–71 and whisper it, my fourth Game win out of the last five played.
I’m now just 143 total Games behind (427–284) over our lifetime of playing this silly game of cards but, the comeback is on!
“Yahtzee” Score
Dad 258
Lad 243
Oh the vagaries of shaking around five dice in a black plastic container before tossing them onto the shores of luck and to the winds of chance. We both scored a “YAHTZEE!” (deliberate capitalisation — Yahtzee lovers will get the reason why) and the game hinged on one bad throw, one unlucky roll of the dice and the lad’s inability to get a “High Straight”. The missing 40 points cost him, I had triumphed once more, and my lad had a face fit for thunder!
“Tri-ominos” Score
Dad 331
Lad 290
And what a humdinger of a game this was. The lad, holding a comfortable and dominating lead throughout (from 88–25 through to 202–96) simply couldn’t cross the game winning finish line or, to be more enigmatic and obvious, to place his final triangle shaped tile upon the game board. Which was actually a blanket on the grass, of a public park, pages of the Uno and Yahtzee score book fluttering away on a gale force wind. OK not quite, but the nailed on victory for the lad was soon cast to the winds of chance and luck once more as he simply “couldn’t go” (in game playing lingo) and whilst he accumulated more and more tiles, I built “bridges” (always a thrill) and even a “hexagon” (ultra rare and deserving of a high five) and whilst this matched a hexagon creation of my lad’s earlier, I finished before him, scooping up the extra points for a win, as well as the 41 game points left in my lad’s hand. If you scroll back to the top of this paragraph you’ll see I triumphed by 41 points. Oh my lad was livid!
Ho Ho!
Altogether now…
“But it’s been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before
the human race
And I ain’t gonna lose…….”
Thanks for reading. For more inane, well meaning, from the heart gibberish and general tomfoolery as I cling desperately to the falsehood that I am actually a published author, here’s one of nine books I’m desperate to sell if only for the resultant crumbs that will tumble from Jeff Bezos’ table:
"At the end of a Storm" - link to Amazon
Thanks for reading. I hope this message in a bottle in The Matrix finds you well, prospering, and the right way up in an upside down world.