Cat-chy

Christmas at the Nunn household. Mrs Nunn consented to play card games. This is very, very rare. Mrs Nunn does not like games. Of any kind. We played Cheat. For those of you unfamiliar with Cheat, the aim is to get rid of all your cards, by lying (as necessary) to say you're putting down cards "legally" even if you don't have said card.

The cards are played face down, because if they were face up, probably even Mrs Nunn might have been able to tell when someone was lying. However, this is doubtful.

It was Jack's turn. "Four threes," he said, putting down four cards face down. It was Mrs Nunn's turn next. "One three," she said. We all laughed and said, "Cheat!"

She couldn't understand how we knew. We explained to her for the third time that every deck of cards has four suits, so there were four of each number. Every time.

A bit later the same evening, Mrs Nunn said, unbelievingly, "You hardly ever see a five, do you? They're quite rare."

Believe it or not, she won twice. I am not sure if this is luck, if the rest of us are truly terrible at cards, or perhaps this was all part of her master plan, and really she's an evil genius.

However, her total lack of ability to grasp Wii Bowling would fly in the face of this final theory.

In other news, we're not sure the name Pickles suits the new cat. We've had a few suggestions, including Phoebe (she is quite a smelly cat and farts a lot. Unless this is TheBloke (TM) passing them off when really they're his own rancid works of fart), Charley or Tango (she's orange). We're still open to suggestions. She's ginger, she's a bit mad and she's eaten a bit of my skin. I'm not sure if this is a good thing. Suggestions please.