In search of a touch of normality, I decided today was the time to reconvene our Nomination Whist Group. It hasn’t met since the day Mr B was taken into hospital, a month ago - that’s two consecutive sessions
missed. It was time, I told Mr B, that we invited our fellow card-players back into our home for an afternoon of fun, laughter and, of course, cards.
and phone calls setting out my plan were met with something approaching rapture. Oh, well, okay, I am exaggerating a bit - but everyone was so delighted that we felt able to start our fortnightly sessions again because, they all told me, they had really missed
their Wednesday afternoons at ours. I explained that, due to the additional equipment installed in our living room by the occupational therapists to assist us in our daily living, we might be even cosier than usual, once we’d brought the card tables
and spare dining room chairs in from the garage. I was nevertheless sure, I opined confidently, that we would be able to cope.
As it happened, four people
were unable to join us, so I wasn’t tested to the extremes of comfort. Just one card table and three chairs were needed and the Ever Helpful Kay (who does weekly wonders keeping my house in order) was around to help me. By 1 p.m. we were All Set Up.
I had spent the morning playing ROBLOX with Kay’s son, Harvey, who was on holiday from school. He helped me design my own avatar - I have ginger hair, a green, fetchingly
off-the-shoulder blouse, extremely tiny denim shorts and black boots. I look nothing like myself. For most of the morning I struggled to move myself in any direction, crashing into walls and invariably ending up in a heap on the floor which, according to my
young tutor, meant I was dead. It’s a good thing this was all played out on the IPad rather than in real life. Fortunately, too, I could “rebirth” at will, only to die again within minutes. We played games called Grow Simulator, Miners Haven
and - my favourite - JailBreak. I fear I am becoming a regular jailbird, thanks to Harvey. As he (reluctantly) left, I told him Mr B and I would be playing Nomination Whist all afternoon which was, I said, the ancient equivalent of ROBLOX. He didn’t
look too convinced.
Usually I play on a different table from Mr B but today, in the absence of Delia who acts as scorer on Mr B’s table, I decided to take
her place at my fella’s side. This would enable me to make sure he was coping - though on the downside he would doubtless have plenty to say about any wrong moves I might make.
Mr B won the first game easily, leading the rest of us to despair of ever beating him, considering he is, still, convalescing. I came third, comforting myself with the fact that I still totted up a score of over 100. Over tea, coffee
and biscuits, we agreed that we would all do better after our refreshments break. Sadly my game went from bad to worse and I trailed in fourth and last on our table in the second game.
I should have stuck to JailBreak…