Rushing around and eating raclette
Jan. 18th, 2013 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylFrantically busy afternoon spent sorting out my backlog of dirty laundry, fitting in my usual long Friday swim, rushing to the shops to buy something for this evening and dashing home for a shower in time to get to the Rs' for an evening of raclette and parlour games at their new place — which, fortunately, turned out to be quite a bit closer than I thought.
The food was good — especially the excellent baked banana and passion fruit pudding — I got prodded in the gall bladder — strictly for diagnostic purposes! — and we spend the evening playing (and arguing over) a parlour game that involved naming things based on letters on a set of cards. A great deal of cheating was involved, either by using cunning strategies to pad out the amount of time available to think of something or by whispering or badly miming solutions for other people who were stuck with their letters. The results, when they came, were conclusive if not significant: the women all had lower scores than the men.
The food was good — especially the excellent baked banana and passion fruit pudding — I got prodded in the gall bladder — strictly for diagnostic purposes! — and we spend the evening playing (and arguing over) a parlour game that involved naming things based on letters on a set of cards. A great deal of cheating was involved, either by using cunning strategies to pad out the amount of time available to think of something or by whispering or badly miming solutions for other people who were stuck with their letters. The results, when they came, were conclusive if not significant: the women all had lower scores than the men.
