Humming Another One Bites the Dust isn’t easy, but when everyone around you is crying with laughter at your efforts, it becomes impossible.
That’s not the only reason that I was on the losing Cranium team, but it didn’t help. I’m trying not to blame my husband. I’m sure that curling up in a ball on the floor, overcome with laughter, was his special way of showing support. It’s just a shame that he was the other half of my team.
We don’t often find time to play board games but that wasn’t always the case. We’re addicted to Scrabble and our battered and broken Scrabble box is filled with scraps of paper that spill out to reveal the scores of every game that we’ve played since we first met 31 years ago.
In an obvious ploy to intimidate me with his superior number skills, Iain has analysed the results. If anyone were interested (they’re not) they could not only see who won ‘Tokyo Series One’ or ‘India Holiday 1986’, but also who had the lowest winning score and which of us holds the record for most points in one turn. It’s like ‘Wisden’ (those thick, heavy, yellow books full of cricket statistics that we carry around the world because you just never know when you’ll desperately need some obscure fact about a cricket match played in 1896) for Scrabble.
When we don’t have time for Scrabble, we indulge our need for competition with Killer Sudoku. It’s like a school exam. Pencils sharpened, erasers at hand, we turn over our papers together and both have to stop if one of us is interrupted.
At least when we’re on the same team, neither of us gets bragging rights. I’m willing to continue our Cranium partnership on one condition.
Next time, he hums.