So, no sooner was a backgammon table free than Shelley and I were on it, swooping-in with a patent enthusiasm for ancient boardgames.
We looked at each other.
"Do you know how to play backgammon?"
"No ... do you?"
We agreed it would be too humiliating to leave the table now (having won it so sharply from those around us), so pretended to play instead.
Still humiliating, but at least privately so.
2 comments:
Shelley looks very convincing at the very least!
Is it just me, or do those pieces look like little round chocolates? Maybe I'm just really hungry. For chocolate.
They really do look like chocolates. Or chocolate soaps. How long did you pretend to play backgammon? Or did you enact an early and unsportsmanlike end to it? K
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