Poker Face

Except it wasn’t poker, it was floater. He still beat me though. I blame the unnerving death stare.

We had left our usual haunts for the bright lights of Garvald. And after taking in the highlights - the churchyard and the play park - we headed for the warmth of the local inn to play cards and sip Guinness Zero. Ruby wandered in after her walk from Gifford and joined us for a drink and to inform us of her adventures and misadventures.

When we got home, Mrs S and Osh had knocked up a delicious dinner.