Every week I'm sending a postcard to my brother. If he replies he gets the point, if he doesn't then I get the point. He knows nothing about it, needless to say this is a game disguised as regular contact.


Sunday, 18 May 2014

Week Twenty One

Unbelievably it's 19-2, but not without a week of close calls.

As mentioned before my brother is still in Cornwall as we both went to our friends' wedding this weekend. During the week I saw my brother four times - standing next to a fridge, when he took my son out for a drive around Falmouth, at the wedding and on the day he went back. On the first occasion he asked me if I wanted to play golf, an invitation I didn't hesitate to turn down. It was too hot to drag a bag of clubs around a dusty field and, even if it wasn't, I would rather stick my legs into a blender than suffer the hours of torment that golf brings.

On the second occasion my brother came back from his trip with my son and asked if I wanted to play poker that night. I wasn't keen as I'm not much of a gambler and rarely play card games but agreed as it was an opportunity to spend time with him and the groom-to-be. While he was there I showed him something on my computer, realising that the shortcut for this blog was at the top of the screen. How he didn't see "Postcards to my br..." and put two and two together I will never know, however his lack of focus has cost him dearly. We never did get to the poker game, leaving me drinking with another friend while he chilled out at our parents' place.

The wedding was absolutely brilliant and we managed to catch up with a lot of people, some of whom read this blog. Nobody mentioned it including my brother, leaving me with just one more meeting to get through. He turned up at my house this morning to say goodbye to everyone and had a cup of tea with us as we discussed the events of the night before. I feel confident that I can post this and accept the point, leaving the path clear for a nail biting eight weeks. If I can get to 27 points I win overall and will send some cheery postcards suggesting a win before revealing all later in the year. Naturally it could all go wrong and, if he finds out about this, I'm toast.

He told us he may be down in July for his birthday which means I've got to go through this stressful period once more unless he makes it down just after week 29 and doesn't mention the postcards in between then and now. 

This week's postcard comes to you from @TinkSaid's 70's hunk collection...





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