Scrabble

When I moved in here, I learned that games of Scrabble were held in the Residents Lounge on a Monday afternoon. My heart sank. I am a bridge player. Sadly, when I was diagnosed with epilepsy, the partners fell away and the offer of games of bridge fell away, but, still, scrabble? This was definitely beneath my dignity, so I declined and did not join in for quite some time. In the end I was persuaded to give it a try and discovered that it was, in fact, rather fun. The matches are needle ones. “It’s not a matter of life or death; it’s much more serious than that”.

As well as being fun, over time we have helped some of the frailer residents to keep going and stimulate those little grey cells as long as possible.

So much for my being an intellectual snob – I don’t always win, by any manner of means. Today out of 3 games, I won one.

Oh well then, how are the mighty fallen….