So this morning, while tidying up in preparation for the first meeting of our Nomination Whist Group in 2015, I came across a flea!
Fret not, loyal readers, it wasn't
a real flea. Unless fleas are made of bright yellow plastic. With manic grins on their faces. Nay, this was a stray piece from one of the Little Welsh Boys' favourite games, "My Dog Has Fleas." As educational games go, it doesn't have a lot to offer. However
for good, honest fun, it takes some beating.
The game comes in a rather large box, which takes up quite a lot of room in my "Games Cupboard". Obviously when My Boy came across this game in The Samaritans charity
shop down the road, he did not take account of potential storage problems, knowing, as he did, that he would be leaving it with Mr B and me, rather than having to take it home with him.
The box has to be large
because it houses an enormous plastic dog with a removable tail which, when turned clockwise, in some magnificent feat of engineering, makes multi-coloured fleas attached to the back of the canine fly off in a satisfyingly alarming fashion. Each player takes
turns to place a flea on the dog's back before twisting the tail. The lucky player will escape penalty. The unlucky one will get a flea in the ear. Or many fleas, if really, really unlucky.
You will understand
that, given the totally random flying of the fleas, it is not the least bit surprising that one small yellow flea went missing until I almost crunched it under foot as I moved the sofa back to sweep the floor beneath it.
The yellow plastic flea was not the only item I found under the sofa. My clean-sweeping broom also discovered a yellow feeler from the Build a Beetle game, a policewoman's head from Mix and Match, a cardboard square with a picture of a banana on the
front which had escaped from the Shopping List game and a red dice which could have come from any one of five different games.
Pleased as I am to have retrieved all these important pieces - without which,
let's face it, several games would not be able to be played to their natural conclusion - the discovery is not without some potential aggravation. The games concerned have already been safely stowed away in the Games Cupboard. Now I shall have to fetch them
all down again in order to reunite the feeler, the dice, the policewoman's head and the banana with the box from whence they came. It's not that I am lazy, just that I really do have better things to do with my time.
Not only that, but why, oh why can't I find something that really, really matters? Like my camera which has been missing for ever so long? I've looked absolutely everywhere and it's nowhere to be found. I may not be the best of photographers but nobody
can say I don't take lots of photos. On the basis that just a few may turn out OK. I am lost without it. I know I have the IPad but it's not the same. I don't know how to zoom in, or turn the flash on - plus it's not the easiest to manouevre. I need my camera
In exchange I can willingly offer a red dice, a yellow feeler and a policewoman's head.
Plus, if you want to drive a really hard bargain, a plastic
flea with a manic grin on its face...