Snow's gone on LPC Piste. It had almost disappeared yesterday. Some of us forlorn souls went up to our Piste to blow away the Winter cobwebs and apply salve to our disappointment at no Pennant Winter League Finals. Understandable, of course. Some wonderful Fairy Godmother (Godfather??) had piled up the remaining stubborn snow to one side. Our damp, sodden Piste was laid bare. So we set to and had a few games. Alan Roden was being EXTERMINATED..in our Winter League LPC competition until 3 ends to go. He dug deep into that plethora of experience that no quick fix on my behalf could do justice to. 12-12 neck and neck. I could almost hear his teeth gnashing. Those blue eyes (laser beams) locked onto the coche. He delivered his boule. His last boule. Not a continent away but not nuzzling the coche either. Easy peasy. 'Get in there' I thought as my boule advanced; an exorcet missile released to kill. Did it kill? Did it? No. 'Say farewell as you wave me goodbye dah dah dah...' Alan Roden 13. Gill Mason 12. Little bloke strutted off the Piste dead chuffed. I had a great game. Loved every minute. Lost to the Grand Master. Only just! Gill Ps. Excellent games with other LPC members too. Lots of fun but noticeable honing of skills with an eye cocked towards the upcoming Petanque Season. Bring it on. Gill Mason
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