Like a Leaf on a Breeze You Blew Away

One night Mother phoned. (Mother, as in Gran of the Year Mother)...

"I'm going to start doing Pub Quizzes," she said, "Will you come with me."

Always one to take responsibility for a badly behaved mother, I thought it only right and proper that I should head off to the pub with her, and see how she fared in the Pub Quiz League.

The night in question drew near, and instead of us heading to the local, she collected me in the car and we drove to Ayr.

"Why this pub?" I asked, confuddled.

"Because this is where the quiz is." Obviously said Mum.

We went in, sat at a table near the man, and his lovely assistant. Took our pieces of paper and got started. We were hopeless. Completely hopeless. Knew hardly any of the answers, and those we knew, we got wrong.

I shook my head, completely confused at why she was so keen to take part.

At half time, she got up. "I'm going to speak to the man, introduce myself". I slide down further in my seat and thought, "oh god, she's really serious about this".

Part two commences, and we were still as bad. I voiced my concerns. "we can't get the answers mum, how can you want to do the quizzes and not be able to do them?"

"I'm not doing the quizzes, I'm TAKING the quizzes".

Oh my god, it was a new job. She was going to be the Pub Quiz Master and not just a mere mortal participant.

Paffft.

My daftness still amuses me every week as we drive past said pub!

Nice leaves eh?