A bad night on the bowls green

I bombed! I played really badly and lost the final. This on top of my alcohol ban made for a bit of a not great evening for my Beloved, as I was not in the best of moods.

The person I was playing against was actually very funny... and that's not in the funny ha ha way. She started off by insisting that we changed greens because I told her I'd been out for a short practice in the afternoon. This, you have to understand, is a Scottish player playing against moi, Ms Not Very Good. Then she went on to tell me all about how some people cheat and are so competitive, while moving the mat really far up the green in order to put me off. That didn't work so well for her, but still it was all a bit much. I know it was a final, but really!

Then I was in full swing with a short story for an upcoming competition and was awaiting details from Pat the Police. I'd decided to write it without his input and was getting on well and had just got it finished when his email came through. This demanded a complete rewrite of the whole of the middle section. Of course it was great that he gave me such detailed information, but I was a bit pissed off with myself for having gone ahead and written it prior to getting the info I needed to make it authentic. Still it's done now, and I await feedback from my esteemed pals at the OU.

So not the best of nights, but this too will pass. I'm off to Edinburgh tomorrow and will cheer myself up with the company of No. 1 son and the Edinburgh Fringe. My Beloved, I think, will be rather relieved that he can have a bit of peace and quiet in the house, with me taking my no alcohol, bad mood somewhere else!