Hangman

Wendy first of all is wonderfully creative. One of her brillant ideas was to play hangman. We played on the bus in between stops. The answer to her first game was DO YOU WANT TO GET SOME BAGGY SOCKS LIKE DAVID'S? All the while we were enthralled in hysterics, side hurting and eyes watering. Well, we played again today, and laughter again was euphoric. Laughter doeth the heart good like a dose of medicine, no doubt. I never enjoyed this game until Wendy and her beautiful mind. Now, David is a Brit/Mike Myers-ish type, mainly in dialect and teeth. As, Wendy put it, he is cluelessly brillant, and one pair of his socks literally stood away from or totally didn't touch his legs just above his pale ankles. Now this chemist and travelling junkie is odd yet full of life, and we voted for him to receive the "eager beaver" superlative for our coach tour. He really is a delight and our lives have been enriched by this man, David. More to come later on another old guy named David H. with the sweetest shoes money can buy...