Yesterday morning we had to say farewell to Beautiful Bella and Lovely Lana (plus their Mum and Dad). It was a sorry day, indeed, for all the board games which have SO enjoyed being played with over the last
three days. There they sit, in their colourful boxes, piled up in a corner, looking sad and neglected.
Before they left, we played “What’s Rubbish?”
Or, as I had to learn to call it: “What’s Trash?” (Lana and Isabella are turning into All American Gals). Of all the games I possess, this is possibly the most worthy. The aim is to clear up a town littered with rubbish (sorry, trash) and
fill cardboard “recycling bins” with paper, bottles, tins or clothes. The first person to fill both their bins is the winner. However, danger lurked in the shape of litter bug cards – if you picked up one of these, then you had to return
one of the items already secured in your bin back onto the game board. There is also a rubbish bin where the very few items which can’t be recycled have to be deposited. You see what I mean about being “worthy”? It is also a teensy bit boring,
compared with some of our other games.
Nobody could call “My Dog Has Fleas” boring. Open the box and inside there is a rather large, soppy-looking
plastic dog, a tail which fits on the end of said dog, and a creepy crawly collection of plastic fleas coloured red, blue, green and yellow. The idea of the game is to get rid of all your fleas by sticking them on the poor dog. However, as you do so
you have to turn the dog’s tail in a clock-wise direction – if you are lucky, the fleas stay put on the dog’s back. If not, they come flying off the dog and skid under the settee so that The Girlies have to scrabble about on their hands and
knees trying to reach them. “I’ve got the fleas!” they shout, delightedly. Play like nobody is listening, that’s what I always say...
The Girlies’ choice of a bedtime treat was to play “Tummy Ache.” This game involves putting together an appetising meal of meat and two veg, pudding and a drink. Player beware! Some of the cards include meals which have been
infected with ants, spiders, bugs, worms and other unmentionable creatures. Choruses of “Yuck!” and “Gross!” emanate from the bedroom where we are playing, cards spread out all over the bedclothes. Isabella wins. Lana is Second Winner.
Their Mum and I share Third Winner status, even though we both still possess two Tummy Ache cards, crawling with beetles. I retire downstairs, feeling slightly queasy, and decide that for once I don't fancy a cup of coffee.
Ah, now that’s the other great game – Build a Beetle. Not the pen and paper beetle drive variety, but a game which comes with four brightly coloured plastic beetle bodies, plus everything
you need to complete them – eyes, nose, feelers (“antennae!” The Girlies correct me), and six legs apiece. What tends to happen with this game is that all the players find themselves needing just one more leg to complete their beetle
and win the game. This means throwing a 1 to finish.
Isabella and Lana tried everything they knew to throw a 1. They tried my own trick of blowing gently on the
top of the pot and whispering “One, one, one!” It didn’t work. They placed the dice carefully in its pot, positioning it so that it should (they reckoned) roll out and deliver the required number. After numerous failed attempts,
their dad said, in desperation: “Oh, just THROW it!” – followed, quickly by “No, DONT!” as Lana arched back, like an over-arm bowler making for the crease.
And now they have gone and we have a new visitor. He is a dear friend of many years’ standing and we are enjoying catching up on old times over dinners in the garden. I can’t, however, see him playing “My Dog
Has Fleas” with me...
No worries, tomorrow two of the Little Welsh Boys arrive for a Seaside Summer Holiday. We will have SUCH fun and one thing is
There will be Games Galore!