Bridge

After most of the summer off, I’m back to playing bridge on Friday afternoons again.

I’m filling in for one of the ladies whose husband is sick and requiring all her attention at home.

I’d think she’d want a break from doing 24/7 nursing duty at home all week, but apparently not.

It’s party bridge, and the snacks are plentiful, so it makes for a good end-of-the-week diversion. They don’t play for money. I suppose you could say they play for peanuts.

Last week I took first place. The prize is getting to take the score sheet home to stick on your refrigerator for the week.

I ate the grapes.

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