I played croquet last night. My grandparents used to have a set, but I probably haven’t had a go in over ten years. It was good fun! We played two rounds, which I lost and won by large margins, which economically suggests I’m about average. Nod explained the rules and demonstrated proper swingy-though-the-legs technique.
I was happy to discover large numbers of possible euphemisms resulting from croquet equipment, all of them firmly rooted in the giggles of 13-year-old schoolchildren. This made me happy.
Next time: horses.