I was in the back yard with my bare feet in the kiddies’ pool, eating Cakes And Ale, a sort of poor man’s tea, when someone flung a Frisbee in my direction. As the disc approached, I wondered why it seemed to get larger as it got nearer. Then it hit me.
Later, as I applied more internal anesthetic, I completely forgot to give Pensitivity any credit, and just decided that being the person who dreamed this challenge up, definitely rules. I don’t remember you coming through the garden gate. But then, after a certain point in the afternoon, things become a little hazy – shortly after I cracked the third 12-pack. Did we have fun?? Shall we do this again, occasionally?
Archon's Den 