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Coppit, Conversations and the Risk of Deletion

Today we left for home, bidding a fond farewell to the Baldwin Family who had accommodated us, fed us, taken us for walks to search out the signs of spring, played games with us and reintroduced us to “Doctor Who” (why did we stop watching it, we ask ourselves?)

 

Last night we played Coppit With a Difference. If you have ever played Coppit you will know that dotted around the playing board are a number of “safe spaces” where you can’t be caught – or “copped” - by another player’s conical-shaped playing piece, or hat. Our new no-holds-barred version of the game did not allow any safe spaces – in fact it was all out war.

 

We had a minor issue over who would be which colour – Mr B, a life-long Spurs supporter, refused to be red because this was Arsenal’s colour. Having settled for green, he covered himself in glory in the first game, not only winning but still having all four of his hats left at the end of the game. His triumph was short-lived as in the second game every single one of his hats was "copped" in quick succession. Worse still, the architect of his downfall was me, generally accepted to be one of the least successful Coppit players of all time. Or, at least since 1927 when the game was invented by one Otto Maier Verlag under the name of “Fang Den Hut” (Capture the Hat.) As you all know by now, I do like the Daily Blog to be educational on occasions...and, who knows, it may come up in a General Knowledge quiz one day, and you will be forever indebted to me.

 

Earlier in the day we walked the long way round to the local pub where we enjoyed drinks and crisps to keep us going until dinner-time. It was our second walk of the Easter break and we saw and photographed a number of Signs of Spring, including snowdrops, primroses, daffodils and hazel catkins.  We also saw a cow or two but no lambs.  I would have liked to have seen a lamb. Or two. I had to wait until our drive home when I saw lots of lambs, including two particularly fetching ones with black faces and "socks." It made me glad indeed that Tescos had sold out of lamb when Mr B went shopping for our Easter Day Dinner...

 

The Teenagers were happy enough to accompany us on both walks once we had convinced them that there was very little chance of being seen out with their parents and (even worse!) grandparents by any of their friends.  Had we spotted one of their friends in the distance, we should have had to dive headfirst into the Basingstoke Canal to avoid detection.  Fortunately they (the friends) must have all been tucked up indoors eating Easter eggs and engaging in other unhealthy pursuits – not like us, striding along the canal bank, breathing in the fresh air and feeling virtuous. If slightly out of breath.

 

Today being April Fools Day, we did try our best to play jokes on each other. Our efforts were hampered by the fact that we all got up rather late, not leaving ourselves much time for the required amount of planning and scheming before the twelve o’clock deadline.  My own feeble effort was to announce the “news” that Harry from One Direction had been taken ill with chicken pox and would not be appearing at the O2 on Tuesday afternoon when Hazel and her friend will be among the audience of (probably) screaming teenagers. She saw through that one in a nano-second.  I am obviously losing my touch. However you may have noticed that the brown Easter Bunny which some of you loved and others found so intensely irritating, has been replaced by Crazy Easter Bunny in celebration of April Fools Day. I promise you, like One Direction at the O2, it's for One Day Only.

 

I did think perhaps Hazel was holding it against me when we were chatting a bit later. “I think I’ll delete this conversation,” she said, with an air of finality. She had me worried for a moment but then I realised she was chatting not only to me but to someone else on her mobile phone. Someone soon to be deleted...

 

I’m grateful I haven’t been deleted.  But I’m even more grateful to the Baldwin Family for allowing us to be, not guests, but part of their mad but happy life for a few days.

 

Hopefully, they’ll let us come again...

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15.10 | 11:13

I don't remember seeing this first time round.... but thank you for sharing with me. You write beautifully, and brought a tear to my eyes. Lots of love xx

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10.10 | 21:37

Jaqui I think your grandchildren are very lucky. You have spurred me on to write a letter to Amelia who like Hazel is away from home for the first time. 💕

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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12.06 | 02:31

I love that you talk to your plants ... I used to on my allotment ... seemed perfectly rational !

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