The best thing which happened to me was finding the pool table in the common room on the ground floor. Since then, Son, and I have been addicted to playing every night before going to bed. The only time we don’t play is when Son has to leave early in the morning for his job. This means he has to go early to bed: so no pool playing. Sometimes we have to wait for our turn when someone else is playing there. It’s a torturous wait — willing the persons there to end quickly, so we get a chance at playing.
While Son is getting better all the time, I’m going from bad to worse. When we began Son had played a bit earlier, while I was a complete novice. It seems I was good while not knowing. One game would be a draw, and one of us would win in the other two rounds. Now Son is winning all the time, and I’m the loser. Ugh!
I’m provoked into playing more rounds in the hope of winning. No such luck!
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