I am the mother of an eleven year old. Wow. And what a gorgeous creature he is! Woke up EARLY and followed the clues to his present although I did manage to stump him on a couple of them managed to find the goodies before I left for work at 6. Told you it was early.
I was TIRED as I had been out playing bridge again. Didn’t get in til half eleven but the late night was worth it. WE WON! Still grinning over that. Some brilliant boards, some very awful ones but mostly good. And it was such fun! How sad am I?
Well as we said when we learned how to play (was it really 12 years ago) while we’re the youngest and prettiest in the room it doesn’t matter how badly we play or to rephrase – it’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you look as you play. Twelve years later we are still the youngest in the room.
It is very sweet to win though. Did I mention we won?
Thank you East for a great game!
