How a board game can cure a bored teenager
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?"