(or Alone I Stood)

After a long day of stripping wallpaper and on totally zero alcohol I finally (and just barely) succeeded in beating the Kiwi at Scrabble.

In fairness to him (no spear tackler he) he had shelved and conserved last nights game when it had become apparent that my over tired and emotional state of Picpoul ingestion was not going to make a fair match of it.
This was the game we continued this evening.
This was the sixth, he had won all five previous encounters.
He damn nearly won this one too.

The scores were over 700 again.