An uncanny moment occurred during one of this evening’s hands of Lexicon (our favourite wordy card game) when I led with AWFUL and Shana countered with WHIRLS. Little to Shana’s knowledge, I had the word TAMER all ready to put on the table, thus allowing me to add the value of whatever cards Shana had left, and so bringing her nearer to the fateful ‘out’ score of one hundred.

‘There! “Tamer”,’ I said, setting down my cards. ‘As in “lion tamer”,’ I added.

Without a word, Shana held up her last four cards. Which, if you read the title of this post instead of just diving in, you will probably guess spelled LION. A chunky thirty-two points onto Shana’s score. But one of those times when we try to figure out what the probability might be of the two words coming out at the same time. Billions to one, we like to think. Cue, as usual, the Twilight Zone theme. Maybe we’d be better playing ‘Snap’ instead.



Today was what is often called a ‘red letter’ day. Strictly speaking, though, this wouldn’t be entirely true, as the letters on our pack of Lexicon playing cards are black.

The big achievement? Shana managed to get a ten-letter word, which is the longest you can make in Lexicon (so yah-boo! to Channel Four’s Countdown with their mere nine-letter bonanzas 🙂 ).

The word? I’ll print it in block caps like the cards. Oh, and Shana didn’t have to use the joker to stand for a spare letter: it was all there waiting to be found. The word was RELOCATION.

So Shana gets the gold star for first ten-letter word of the year. Not only that, but she beat me three games in a row. As Shakespeare said, .You can go off people, you know.’ 🙂

Apple and blackberry crumble

Not content with dishing up a rack of bananalicious flapjacks (see previous post) Shana, later in the afternoon, also rustled up a mighty fine apple and blackberry crumble (easily as good if not better than any shop bought equivalent, and believe me we have eaten a few of those in our time). We devoured the crumble, topped with lashings of custard, for our late afternoon/early evening meal and the crumble is now all (repeat, ALL) gone. Hence no pics. Just grab an empty mixing bowl and stare at the inside for a moment and you too can recreate the ALL GONE experience 🙂

As ever, Shana’s portions were so generous that I eschewed a side plate of chips.  Having demonstrated such great restraint, I can only pencil in the margins of this blog the following note: ‘If hungry later, only self to blame.’

It’s 2018 but not as we know it

“It’s twenty-eighteen,” Shana said one evening earlier this week.

Quick as a flash I glanced at the clock and put her right. “No, it’s only just after quarter past seven. That would be nineteen-eighteen.” Shana has always been notoriously vague about the twenty-four hour clock. Twenty-eighteen would of course have been 8.20 pm. It’s easy to an horological genius like me 🙂

But Shana persisted. “No, it really is twenty-eighteen. Or the year two thousand and eighteen, if you prefer.”

So, unknown to me, Shana had been referring all along not to the time but to the year.

Thus, despite it still being January, I have already become the year’s earliest ‘April Fool’, as we sometimes like to call one another. All I can say is, the year can only get better from here on 🙂