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People came over for bridge. It was fun. Though I'm inclined to gripe about not having an opening hand, considering what I did with it when I did, I won't complain.
Saturday Morning
I did a variety of productive and tidying things, making the weekend feel successful before it was over, and being able to relax for the rest of it.
Saturday Evening
I joined Mark in the Carlton, where I met a wide variety of people (including Ben with a surprise voles attack), including several I hadn't seen for a while and it was very nice to see again. Thank you Mark!
I came home quite drunk and late, and played computer games and tidied for a bit.
Sunday Afternoon
I went to Tim's birthday barbecue at his parents'. They've always been very nice to us, at university we visited a few times, and it was like a breath of home to be received into a proper house :)
Sunday Evening
The lovely Mair stopped over. We didn't get to see anyone else, but we chatted about books until late, and she divested herself of some she was trying to clear out, which I picked a bunch out of, also to be distributed to Cambridge friends at her direction (list of books to follow).
Monday Afternoon
I took a day's holiday and we went swimming and lounging at Jesus Green, and then read until pizza.
Monday Evening
Pizza was a little quieter than normal, so there was discussion including politics and genetics.
I went to bridge. Every bridge evening seems to have some theme, this could probably be best described as "be careful what you wish for, the gods' most savage curses come as responses to your own prayers." If you've got six diamonds, what do you want partner to say? Any other suit, and you're going to have difficulty showing what you have. And then he does, and what do you say then? You've got an eleven card fit, but 5D probably has three losers off the top. (In the most prominent example, we bid it successfully. As did the hand with a 7-6 zero-pointer :))
People came over for bridge. It was fun. Though I'm inclined to gripe about not having an opening hand, considering what I did with it when I did, I won't complain.
Saturday Morning
I did a variety of productive and tidying things, making the weekend feel successful before it was over, and being able to relax for the rest of it.
Saturday Evening
I joined Mark in the Carlton, where I met a wide variety of people (including Ben with a surprise voles attack), including several I hadn't seen for a while and it was very nice to see again. Thank you Mark!
I came home quite drunk and late, and played computer games and tidied for a bit.
Sunday Afternoon
I went to Tim's birthday barbecue at his parents'. They've always been very nice to us, at university we visited a few times, and it was like a breath of home to be received into a proper house :)
Sunday Evening
The lovely Mair stopped over. We didn't get to see anyone else, but we chatted about books until late, and she divested herself of some she was trying to clear out, which I picked a bunch out of, also to be distributed to Cambridge friends at her direction (list of books to follow).
Monday Afternoon
I took a day's holiday and we went swimming and lounging at Jesus Green, and then read until pizza.
Monday Evening
Pizza was a little quieter than normal, so there was discussion including politics and genetics.
I went to bridge. Every bridge evening seems to have some theme, this could probably be best described as "be careful what you wish for, the gods' most savage curses come as responses to your own prayers." If you've got six diamonds, what do you want partner to say? Any other suit, and you're going to have difficulty showing what you have. And then he does, and what do you say then? You've got an eleven card fit, but 5D probably has three losers off the top. (In the most prominent example, we bid it successfully. As did the hand with a 7-6 zero-pointer :))