Four Waxwings and a Buzzard over the garden and 3 passes of
the space shed hid the previous evening disappointment of the weather failing
to clear as forecast-ed in time to see the ‘brick’ make its near miss approach.
This was on top of my already woe is thee mood after
having my ass well and truly kicked by Dave. If you are in to Scrabble then
here’s the scene. You have 4 tiles left and you are 104 points in front of boy
wonder. He has 7 tiles left and no chance – then he goes in to warp drive finds
a 7 letter word giving him 50 bonus points plus 56 scoring points and beats me
by 2. Gob smacked.
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