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jackAt the end of the year I had two weeks holiday I was obliged to take, which I spent with my parents, and then with mum's side of the family over Christmas.
The first week was at my parents' house in Worcester (in Worcestershire, just south of Birmingham). In fact, I think I had a touch of a bug or something, for I was quite tired all this week, beyond the normal three month's sleep debt I expected to catch up with :) But it worked out quite well because I just relaxed, didn't worry about getting anything done, and spent time with mum and dad.
Dad and I made it a point to get out every time, typically to play pub games of some description or other. We traditionally play:
* Fives and threes. Each time you play a domino you add the values on the two ends of the chain, and score a point for each time 3 and 5 exactly divide into that number (eg. the maximum score is on a value of 15, when you score 8=3+5)
* Crib.
* Pool. I was out of practice (so was Dad) and a bit unsteady, and lost all the of the games. I did get to win, but just for one second -- I was playing well, potted all my balls, lined up the black in the jaws while Dad still had one of his left, sank it easily from the other end of the table. Then the white teetered and followed it in.
We also managed several long walks up and down the river Severn. On Saturday all three of us walked up to the cider pub, the camp, and came back through the empty fields singing arm in arm. We each have our own endless refrain with which to drown out the annoying one of the others, be it "My father knew Lloyd George, Lloyd George knew my father,.My father knew Lloyd George, Lloyd George knew my father..." or "Aleph-null bottles of beer on the wall," or "I went to the animal fair", but finally settled on a rugby ballad,
If I were the marrying kind
Which thank the Lord I'm not, sir!
The kind of man whom I would wed would be a Rugby [prop], sir.
He'd [push hard], I'd [push hard], we'd both [push hard] together!
We'd be all right, in the middle of the night, [pushing hard] together!
This also goes on forever, if you're sufficiently inventing reasons to wed Rugby referees, linesmen, scrum-halves, full-backs, etc.
And all in all we went two weeks without annoying each other, except for perhaps a day in the middle. That's pretty damn impressive for *any* three people! :)
*waves* Hello respected parents and authors of my existence, I love you!
The first week was at my parents' house in Worcester (in Worcestershire, just south of Birmingham). In fact, I think I had a touch of a bug or something, for I was quite tired all this week, beyond the normal three month's sleep debt I expected to catch up with :) But it worked out quite well because I just relaxed, didn't worry about getting anything done, and spent time with mum and dad.
Dad and I made it a point to get out every time, typically to play pub games of some description or other. We traditionally play:
* Fives and threes. Each time you play a domino you add the values on the two ends of the chain, and score a point for each time 3 and 5 exactly divide into that number (eg. the maximum score is on a value of 15, when you score 8=3+5)
* Crib.
* Pool. I was out of practice (so was Dad) and a bit unsteady, and lost all the of the games. I did get to win, but just for one second -- I was playing well, potted all my balls, lined up the black in the jaws while Dad still had one of his left, sank it easily from the other end of the table. Then the white teetered and followed it in.
We also managed several long walks up and down the river Severn. On Saturday all three of us walked up to the cider pub, the camp, and came back through the empty fields singing arm in arm. We each have our own endless refrain with which to drown out the annoying one of the others, be it "My father knew Lloyd George, Lloyd George knew my father,.My father knew Lloyd George, Lloyd George knew my father..." or "Aleph-null bottles of beer on the wall," or "I went to the animal fair", but finally settled on a rugby ballad,
If I were the marrying kind
Which thank the Lord I'm not, sir!
The kind of man whom I would wed would be a Rugby [prop], sir.
He'd [push hard], I'd [push hard], we'd both [push hard] together!
We'd be all right, in the middle of the night, [pushing hard] together!
This also goes on forever, if you're sufficiently inventing reasons to wed Rugby referees, linesmen, scrum-halves, full-backs, etc.
And all in all we went two weeks without annoying each other, except for perhaps a day in the middle. That's pretty damn impressive for *any* three people! :)
*waves* Hello respected parents and authors of my existence, I love you!