I’ve just spent a very relaxing day Dicking around in the pool (see earlier post) walked to the shop, got some beers, sweets and crisps, forgetting fags, wisely but unwisely. And had just settled down on the balcony with a beer, a wife and a pack of cards to play an (according to Mrs T) card game from a bygone age. Split; she hadn’t played it for about 30 or more years  and let me tell you its the most stressful card game I’ve ever played, and I’ve been involved in several Chor-Da-Di World Cup finals, not the last one that was all a bit of a damp squib and isn’t officially recognised in the official records. This wretched game is a game where you must keep an eye on 12 separate piles of cards and move cards all over the place to create sequences. Thats all i’m going to say on the matter, its left me like a quivering wreck, having to drink a warm beer due to not being able to add another task to the already overwhelming card ordeal I’ve just had to deal with.

Take it from me, Split is not for those of us that move at a Funkier pace, we tend to lose as I did today and am not afraid to admit. In fact I’m glad I lost, its like putting your head as close as you can, without touching, to a sandwich toaster stress wise.