It's Monday and I'm back

I seem to have scuffed my left elbow and it is rather sore. At least it is sore when I catch it, which isn’t too often, just enough to deliver a surprise squeak now and again. I have no idea how I managed this – you’d think scraping a square centimetre of skin off would make you sit up and notice, wouldn’t you? Apparently it’s not automatic.

The weekend of Call of Cthulu in Shropshire, despite being arranged some months ago failed to happen. A flurry of communications last week via the increasing tedious Facebook put paid both to the game this weekend and probably the prospect of ever playing it. It started off with the organiser saying that his wife was ill. Fair enough until he let slip that it was just a slight cold at which point despite the long thread of discussion left by the putative players, he announced that he had assumed that we had all forgotten about it. Pointing that out elicited the response that his diary had it down for next weekend anyway and when his original proposal was unearthed suggesting this weekend, that simply elicited silence. As I say, I doubt we will be playing any time soon if at all.

What did happen was that those of us who had remembered when and where, got together elsewhere and played board games instead, with a revised list of attendees. I enjoyed two new games (new to me at least): a game loosely based upon Vikings, the name of which I forget despite winning, and a rather complicated but intriguing game called Agricola, which has nothing to do with ancient Rome and everything to do with farming. I need to play it again a few times to get it sorted in my mind, but the play and feel differs quite markedly depending upon the number of players. Quite enjoyable.

This all meant a trip to Marlow and games in Winnersh, travelling on one of the coldest, wettest and blusteriest weekends of Autumn so far.

Still, apart from bumping into unexpected and suddenly loud dogs in the kitchen on Saturday night, I avoided a heart attack and had a good time, which is good because under my affable exterior I have been a bit down recently.

I think I have managed to pull the rug out from under someone this morning. I am awaiting an email in which the unfairness of the universe is laid at my door. Bring it on.

It's Monday and I'm back

I seem to have scuffed my left elbow and it is rather sore. At least it is sore when I catch it, which isn’t too often, just enough to deliver a surprise squeak now and again. I have no idea how I managed this – you’d think scraping a square centimetre of skin off would make you sit up and notice, wouldn’t you? Apparently it’s not automatic.

The weekend of Call of Cthulu in Shropshire, despite being arranged some months ago failed to happen. A flurry of communications last week via the increasing tedious Facebook put paid both to the game this weekend and probably the prospect of ever playing it. It started off with the organiser saying that his wife was ill. Fair enough until he let slip that it was just a slight cold at which point despite the long thread of discussion left by the putative players, he announced that he had assumed that we had all forgotten about it. Pointing that out elicited the response that his diary had it down for next weekend anyway and when his original proposal was unearthed suggesting this weekend, that simply elicited silence. As I say, I doubt we will be playing any time soon if at all.

What did happen was that those of us who had remembered when and where, got together elsewhere and played board games instead, with a revised list of attendees. I enjoyed two new games (new to me at least): a game loosely based upon Vikings, the name of which I forget despite winning, and a rather complicated but intriguing game called Agricola, which has nothing to do with ancient Rome and everything to do with farming. I need to play it again a few times to get it sorted in my mind, but the play and feel differs quite markedly depending upon the number of players. Quite enjoyable.

This all meant a trip to Marlow and games in Winnersh, travelling on one of the coldest, wettest and blusteriest weekends of Autumn so far.

Still, apart from bumping into unexpected and suddenly loud dogs in the kitchen on Saturday night, I avoided a heart attack and had a good time, which is good because under my affable exterior I have been a bit down recently.

I think I have managed to pull the rug out from under someone this morning. I am awaiting an email in which the unfairness of the universe is laid at my door. Bring it on.

Biog

I am thinking about re-writing my information page biography. Give the old thing a wash and brush up as it were. Maybe add and/or remove a couple of bits and pieces. Laregly for my own benefit, of course. It's not as if anyone reads profiles these days.

But what to write, what to write?

Hmmm.

Biog

I am thinking about re-writing my information page biography. Give the old thing a wash and brush up as it were. Maybe add and/or remove a couple of bits and pieces. Laregly for my own benefit, of course. It's not as if anyone reads profiles these days.

But what to write, what to write?

Hmmm.