Lost for words

So here’s a thing. In our house we have not one, not two, but three Scrabble sets – a small travel set which is my personal favourite since the letters clip onto the squares and therefore cannot be dislodged by a player in a fit of pique; a big deluxe model with a turntable and all the trimmings; and a itsy-bitsy magnetic set that we frequently take with us on holiday but rarely actually use – and yet, Husband and I sit in the same room, laptops on our knees playing Scrabulous on Facebook rather than making the effort to set up an actual real-life game. Tis madness, I tell ye!

Still, at least we’re not wasting eye-power on the telly.