Scrabble was going badly tonight. Approaching the end of the game I was well behind, having nursed rotten hands throughout the game. Suddenly I saw an opportunity to put down my Z on a double letter square, with the word taking in a triple word square. It scored me 75 points in a single go!
I still fell short by 5 at the end of the game, but my wife said that I looked as if I had just had sex. Well: at my age scales of value do tend to drift a bit.
Although I lost the game it was a nice contrast to the rest of the day, spent largely in correspondence. When I first got into art on a full-time basis I never dreamed that I would have to spend so much time writing and sending messages. That, I suppose, is the cost of exhibiting. Drifting back into the sexual metaphor, you do have to put yourself about a bit!