Tonight my brain hurts. I’ve worked almost thirty-six hours in three days – which is part of the problem – but the primary cause this evening was a cheap game of nylon tipped darts! This budget purchase has been a hit with the older youth at Klub. We’ve been playing down from 301. Keeping the score has its challenges, particularly when the local habit is to abbreviate twenty, dvadeset, to dva’est, which doesn’t sound so different to dvanaest, or twelve. Then you’re doing sums and writing digits while thinking unfamiliar sounds. But it’s all good, and necessary, practice so I won’t complain!