How a board game can cure a bored teenager
Published 08/06/2014 | 02:30
It rained all day Sunday, and we'd just finished dinner, Scallywag, my sometimes handyman and me. Scallywag fled the table, lest any help should be requested with the washing-up. And she wasn't in the sitting room for five seconds when I heard her scream.
I fell over the dog in my rush to get to her, half-killed him and busted my toe. And when I stopped dead, my dinner guest who was running behind me didn't. So he fell over me.
"Get off me!" I snarled at him, and the dog snarled much the same at me, and I screamed at Scallywag: "What's all the screaming about?"