Granny throws down the gauntlet

Good Evening All.

So I am challenging you all.
The name of the game is Bounceout.
My top score is 228408.
Yes, you are reading that correctly.
Two hundred and twenty eight THOUSAND!
Teenagers and toddlers are NOT allowed to compete.
In fact…you should be over forty.
Well over forty.
If you beat my score I want to see a screen shot.
Now let’s hear you cackle Frog!!!!!

I think I am losing it.
I,normally, take the follwing to the beach with me:
My camera…of course…duh.
My cellphone…in case I break a leg.
No sane person would be phoning me at six in the morning.
My glasses….in case I want to see something.
My smokes…to assist me in my contemplation.
When I take a rest on the rocks at the end of the beach.
My watch…so I can see how fast I have to walk back.

This morning all I remembered was the camera.
And Jasmine.
The walk was much quicker than normal.
No smoke break.
And the fear I was going to be late.

The beach was,mostly, deserted.
Only a few stalwarts.
Because it was blowing a frigging gale.
Not even the crowd from the drug rehab were down there.
We have a very expensive drug rehab centre in our village.
The addicts appear to be allowed to walk on the beach early in the morning.
It makes sense.
Walking on the beach is very soothing.
A natural high.
Most of them do not make eye contact.
I,sometimes, worry gently as they pass me.
Wonder if they are contemplating grabbing my camera.
To sell it and score a hit.
As my camera is my pride and joy they would have to take me with it.
And I don’t think they will get anything by trading me in.

Now I am talking rubbish.
Again.
Four audits in three weeks will do that to me.
Although, today’s audit went very well.
I think.
Auditors can be very devious.

Have a great evening All.