Whist
I had a ‘bright’ idea a while ago to organise a whist drive, mainly to see if I could spot the cards better with the ‘new’ glasses I got a few months back. These glasses have been giving me some grief though—my eyes are sore in the mornings and sometimes focusing is hard. I can’t quite understand why an optician would give out the wrong specs, especially after supposedly testing me for the right lenses. That said, they do change my vision in certain ways. I seem to see things further away now, which is part of why I thought of hosting a whist drive. I also figured it might be a good excuse to get people socialising again after the awful two years of isolation. I asked a friend to help with the night—she offered to bring the cards and a raffle prize. I put a poster up in the bookshop in the next town, mentioned it on Twitter, and went around asking people if they wanted to join. I booked the room and arranged some tea. Honestly, I had no idea if anyone would come,...