Bridge
Just about a year ago, Germaine, Margreth and I decided to take Bridge lessons in preparation for retirement... Man, time flies, I tell you!
Little did we know what Herr Bösiger, the Bridge Instructor, would be like. Already after the first lesson we desperately needed a drink (a habit that was unbroken until the very last lesson). Karin, who completed our lucky clover, joined us and it was the beginning of a wonderful friendship, soon to be completed by Josie (Josie-with-the-outrageously-cosy-cottage).
Herr Bösiger (roughly translated into Mr. Nasty-ger) treated us like we were 4 years old and slightly retarded. Well, to be quite honest, some of the ladies were a bit over the edge. But not 'us four'. We alway did our homework, always memorized the rules and always prepared for the next lesson...
We did (and still do) this by gathering at one of our lovely homes, prepare food and drinks, make ourselves comfy, talk about our lives in general and the last 7 days in particular. In the beginning, Mr. Nasty-ger was of course the main topic. Curious, when he finally announced the follow-up seminar, there weren't enough registrations, I wonder why...
Anyway, usually the cards sit on the table unnoted, still untouched after 4 hours of cosy chatting, eating and drinking. That's how I like Bridge, I tell you.
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| Margreth, Josie and Germaine (fltr) | Josie (count the glasses ;-) | A bit of Josie, Germaine and Margreth |
22 October 2006