Games of chance!

We are beginning to settle down into our honeymoon now.

The proof is that we sat indoors last night and we played Yahtzee.  For those who are unfamiliar with the game Yahtzee, is a game of chance with a little bit of strategy (but not a lot).  Mostly, it is a matter of the way the 5 dice are rolled.  You take it in turns and have three rolls of the dice. 

You gain points for certain combinations of the 5 dice.  It’s a bit like poker, if you get a run of three dice, that’s good.  But not as good as if you get a run of 4 dice.

The ultimate is to get a set of 5 dice with the same number, which is called a Yahtzee.

Obtaining a Yahtzee is virtually impossible, and the odds of you getting one in a game are low.

Tonight my darling wife suggested that I teach her to play Yahtzee.

I was, of course delighted to show her the game.  We started with a trial game to just get the hang of it.

She threw three 6’s at her first attempt.

Wanting to encourage her, I began to explain that she could put the 3 x 6’s in her 6’s column and get 18 points, or she could try again and see if maybe she could get 4 x 6’s for “Four of a kind”.

Nope!  My darling wife threw them again, and got two more sixes.  A Yahtzee on sixes.  On her first go!  Could I match it?  We were about to see.

I realized that her luck was up, and mine was struggling.  My hopes of winning immediately began to dwindle when she went from score to score plopping big numbers in the right boxes, while I couldn’t even get 3 x ones for love nor money.

I don’t want to sound grumpy at this point, but the point of teaching my dear wife to play Yahtzee was for me to win and her to lose.

But she managed to throw a subsequent Yahtzee really easily. 

And then another!  Three Yahtzee’s on her first game!

The game ended with a disastrous losing by me and a victory for my dear wife.

My luck seemed to have run out.

The proof. (French score card tho)

This was confirmed the following morning when I went to the washblock.

The men’s washblock is laid out a bit like a school toilet block.  In through the door, and there is a row of ten traps on the left hand side.  Opposite, on the right hand side are ten shower cubicles.

As I walked up to the block I saw a man of about my age go into the block ahead of me.

A minute or two later I entered the washblock.  I looked around at the lines of painted white doors, which were all shut.   

Which one should I choose? 

There appeared to be no one else in the washblock, but I knew I had seen a man go inside a minute or two before me.

I pondered the game of Yahtzee last night and thought about which cubicle to use.

Opting for trap 3, I opened the unlocked door, only to find a huge American sitting on the bog with his trousers down round his ankles! 

He hadn’t locked the door!  Silly man!

I made my stumbling apologies and shut the door for him, and went in trap 6 instead.

Never again will I take part in games of chance.