HE'S DA MAN!

Well the gauntlet was thrown down, the taunting went back and forth like nobody’s business – Mohammed Ali ain’t got nothin’ on these guys – the venue was set, the date decided on and at the appointed time baby sis and I turned up at our favourite cousin’s for an evening of good company, good food, wine and CARDS.

Firstly we stuffed ourselves with home cooked lasagne, followed by crème brulée AND rhubarb crumble, vodka, gin and wine – at least two of us did, baby sis was on orange juice as she had to drive home; I cleverly took up an invitation to stay over and quickly became warm and fuzzy.

But in the end the cards came out and battle commenced. And there, catastrophe! Even though he’d never played the game before, (now not so) favourite cousin wiped the floor with us.

He of course was modest in his victory but couldn’t help sending baby Sis a mail crowing “Who’s da man?” before she even got out the door! I feel a rematch coming on. Watch this space.

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[Baby Sis]

Git!