It’s the beginning of another month - and if I needed a reminder about the strange world of self-isolation in which we are living, it was turning over the page in my calendar and realising that I had not a single
forthcoming event to note on it. Our life, according to our April calendar, is one big blank.
Even Mr B’s many medical appointments have been cancelled.
There is no choir on Fridays, no Birdy Group on the first Monday in the month, no Nomination Whist, no craft, no cribbage, no Sporting Memories. Before I can allow myself to wallow in misery for so many lost opportunities for fun, frolics and the company of
friends (both feathered and human) I turn to my latest task which is moving all the many board games we possess from one of the top cupboards in the back bedroom to more reachable shelves in the newly emptied cupboard in the smallest bedroom. This will mean
that in future when any visiting grandchildren want to play a game (“we need to play two games before breakfast!” my (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys always remind me - whose idea was that anyway? Oh, yes, it was mine...) I won’t have to balance
on the little step ladder to reach up for the Game of Choice. Now all the games, including that regular favourite “My Dog Has Fleas”, are well within the reach of even the Youngest of my Tremendous Ten.
It did seem a good idea, while I was relocating the games to their new home, to check that all the pieces of each game were present and correct. Mr B eyed me with something approaching utter bemusement as I played each game
all by myself to work out what, if anything, was missing. I now know, for certain, that the Beetle Game is missing one feeler, one eye and one leg. When playing the Shopping Game, anyone with the misfortune to have the shopping list which includes a pair of
socks, or the one which lists a jar of jam will never, ever win the game however hard they try. As for the Pick and Mix game where you have to match up the head, body and legs of different characters, I have to report that we have a rugby player with no legs
and a cowgirl with no head. I haven’t thrown away the pieces we do have, because you never know, I might just come across a cowboy hat and / or a pair of hairy legs when I least expect it.
I am quite proud of my new games cupboard - except that it rather brings it home to me that, for the foreseeable future, I have no children to play with...
Being April 1st - April Fools Day - I could have played a trick or two on Mr B but I didn’t think he would appreciate it. My niece, the lovely Paula, played an excellent trick on her young son by telling him that it was back
to school today. He was all dressed up in his school uniform, I gather, before she told him he had been fooled. She hasn’t, as yet, reported on his reaction.
very best April Fools Day joke ever, in my humble opinion, was the one once played by the headteacher at the village primary school attended by all my children in turn. In Morning Assembly, he told all the children they had to take off their shoes and socks
for an unannounced Foot Inspection. It wasn’t until the last shoe had been removed, the last sock ripped off - that he reminded them all that it was April Fools Day....
Now that really was the Trick of a Lifetime...