He was here last night too, you see. He popped by after work, and the three of us went to the rec to kick the Cars ball about for a bit, take some penalties, make some passes, that kind of thing. On reflection I will probably not be the next Pepe Reina.
After that we returned home, and after having various meals (I had pasta and mussels in cream; Sarah fishcakes. Tom just ordered a pizza) I coerced the other two into playing the game. They were reluctant at first but it didn't take them long to get into it. Sarah was a scientist to begin with, but she lost her job and became an actress, earning a fair few grand more for her troubles. I was an artist-turned-rock star, and Tom was an athlete (if you asked him he would tell you he was Usain Bolt...he was not), but neither of us could mount any kind of challenge and Sarah finished the game as a millionaire, while we barely had 10k each. Still, it was the first time Tom had ever been in the black. Zing!
Today was more interesting. Tom the Scientist and Sarah the Doctor (both of whom went to uni) seemed to be competing in a two-horse race for the win, while Joel the Pilot (who did not) was toiling away in 3rd. But oh! A well-placed bet won me £400,00, and I managed to pip them both to the post. Yeah!
And now the revelation: I have been typing this whole thing while wearing a rabbit onesie, complete with a little heart for a tail. Before setting up the Life board again, Tom and I took a trip to Primark. So now Tom is a dalmatian, and Sarah and I are a pair of bunnies. Cliffey, in a shocking turn of events, is not wearing his onesie, for I think the first time since he got it. But three onesies is probably enough for one room.
Sarah is currently poking Tom.
But not like that.
Joel.
P.S. Oh, and our little shopping trip got even gayer when we popped to HMV. Keep in mind that we already had a Primark bag full of onesie each, and Tom saw fit to buy a Destiny's Child compilation to go with his. Jen Brooksby works in HMV. She was most befuddled.
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