It was a massive win because K was a loser. A total loser. Sunday games night - he was knocked out of knock out whist like a boxer who was knocked out in round 4.
We held our breath. Finger poised on the super-nanny speed dial. Shoulders tense as we prepare for the inevitable. Whispering 'we're playing for fun' like a mantra.
And then :
Nothing.
No grumps. Not a grumble, not a grizzle nor a strop or a stamp. He took his loss with good grace and kept score for the rest of us.
I couldn't be prouder. Sunday evening forced-fun-time-dread has been replaced with Sunday evening forced-fun-time-fun.
Happy days!
