This afternoon went to scrabble club. Won the first game. Doris won the next two games very convincingly, but murmuring all the time what a very poor hand she held. This is part of Doris's game strategy. She is a quiet English gentlewoman of nearly ninety, who seems dithery and undecided, but in fact is steely and determined underneath the gentle facade. If ever you play scrabble with her make no allowance for her age or sex, and even then don't put bets on the result - she'll skin you. Mem - Must make certain she never reads my blog. Had better close now. Just remembered I've a pair of black shoes I must clean ready for Church a.m. Good night all.
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