So I’d been looking forward for aaaages to visiting my cousin Thomas up in Palmerston North with his family. Thomas has been working to get cluster munitions banned by coordinating NGO’s. Very exciting (and demanding work)… so when I get the chance to see him and his lovely wife Paula I jump at it.
There is a darker side to our re-unions. From a youngish age (say 7) we’ve been reasonably competitive with each other. I think it was when I saw him in Geneva that we conceived of the Scrabble championship – whereby we play a game and the victor has bragging rights until the next meeting.
The last time I was up in Palmy I beat Thomas. Paula decided that as we took it so seriously we should have a championship cup… she bought it and had ‘Scrabble Champion’ engraved on it. It was a beautiful day when it arrived by post to my house.
So it was with a light heart tinged with a small amount of trepidation that I arrived into palmy to be collected at the airport. The day was spent catching up – and then that evening we had our game. Two pics – left before – right after…
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It was a good game – even if I came second. Thomas amassed 460 to my 304. I was sad to see (my) cup go.. but was happy to get over 300 points… 460 is just ridiculous. I shall have to do some intensive training before meeting again at Christmas.
The rest of the weekend (once my tears had dried) was spent having happy family times – it was lovely to see my cousins growing up… and I suppose it does make me – admit? – that I am missing my nieces and nephews growing up back in Dublin – and the US. Why doesn’t everyone just move here? They know it makes sense!
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