no?

pah.

Annie — Right then, I see the only way to end this is that I’m going to have to challenge you to a game of Scrabble [insert evil laugh here].

Excuse me while I hide in the corner and sort out my face. Ignore that, that’s just the smell of my cheeks scorching. Ignore that sound too, it’s the sound of my waterfall tears marking their sizzling path on my burning face.

I will be ready in a second.

miles away — you’re right, that was a highly illegal use of the blank tile but — but — but! Oh. Grrr.

Number one is my favourite. I love the idea of baking ukuleles.

And Scrabble is a brilliant game for playing Solo. It’s kept me awake many a night.

[/pernickity]

is that any better?

Jack — Please see the comment above in which I say that I can neither confirm nor deny which set of Scrabble tiles are about which infamous blogger. ‘Sperm backlog’ and ‘futtocks’ might not relate to you. Though I am sure you have lovely futtocks.

Dick-shunnery is a very interesting word.

i also know of a certainty that they are undoubtedly
all about Mr Andreas Jardin

Annie — What is a dikshunery?

i am officially a bit jealous

Cheerful One — Don’t tell Andre, but this post is really all about you.

Annie — Thank you fur such a compliment. As regards the other point, it’s true that I like Scrabble so much that I spend almost every weekend at home playing with myself. And playing Scrabble.

{although you only ever play with yourself — obviously. we know that.}