The first month of this year, where has it gone? And where has the whole of last year gone? One thing is for sure: Each month I took quite a few pictures. Looking at the pictures that I collected over all these months, I cannot but remember what I did in every of these months.
Last Friday we played Scrabble again at my place. There are usually four of us. When one person cannot make it on a Friday, just three of us play. I happen to have a picture that I took nearly two months ago when we also played at my place.
Irene, in the right of the picture, is at present very upset because her husband died recently of a heart attack. She says during the day she keeps herself pretty busy. But then in the evening, when she is sitting down and Les does not sit in the easy chair opposite hers, then she always becomes very, very sad.
This picture was taken soon after we arrived. After a while a lot more people turned up, probably about eighty. Les had come from Hungary in the 1950s and he and Irene had been very popular with people from the Hungarian Club.
The temperature in our house is at present only about 30 degrees Celsius. But it feels rather sticky (humid) I to me. I do sweat quite a lot. This is why I keep drinking more and more water. The other day I mentioned to my friends that I believe that one should drink about two litres of water per day. One lady objected. She insisted that if you drink that much all the good stuff, that the body needs, gets flushed out! I then asked her whether it was not like this, that the poison needed to be flushed out. She still insisted that one should not drink that much water.
AuntyUta 
life zips by us!
True! 🙂
Time accelerates as we age! I used to play Scrabble with my father, very competitively, but after he died 15 years ago I had no heart for it. Then last year, my granddaughter asked me to play with her – it felt very strange! But we had a good game. Keeping hydrated is important, listen to your body.
Thanks, Catterel, for your comment. When our son Martin, who lives in Melbourne, comes visiting, he always volunteers to play Scrabble with me. And he regularly beats me for he is a much better player than I am. Peter hardly ever plays scrabble with me. He just doesn’t like this game very much.
My daughters, Monika and Caroline, occasionally have a game of Scrabble with me. But they seldom can make time for it. They both love to play though. And Gaby used to like the game too. However the last few years of her life she was constantly on the go. She was seldom at home. We hardly ever saw her at home, and when we did, there always were a lot of other things that had priority in Gaby’s life!