Of late the options for entertainment around town have expanded from 'Go home early' to include putt-putt and bowling. A veritable entertainment bonanza. (That one was for all of you in the Cape).
Eager to support this development, we unsuccessfully organised a trip to bowling on Saturday afternoon. It wasn't a bad trip, infact housmeate Nic, Cath and I had a good match; Nic taking it after a strike in the 7th. Strike's are important. I get this now.
In winter, I avoid taking my socks off. At all costs - even social. It's been very winter here for the last few days, and so I was still wearing my 12 year old (age, not size) grey school socks that I sleep in. Then someone told me I had to take my shoes off to bowl. They have no toes, or heal or ball... they're like lacy fishnet socks minus the sex appeal.
But I guess if you're going to look like a pauper in public - at least you won't stand out at the casino. Sad but true.
