Zoom quizzes have replaced galleries. FACT. |
The Bond Family quiz usually happens on a Sunday. That's to accommodate other quizzes that family members attend. (Quiz clashes are the new #firstworldproblem.) Anything up to thirteen people have taken part over the weeks, spread across seven households. Some of us are flaky and occasionally have things to do. (Excuses for non-attendance have included another Zoom meeting, a phone call to make, and tiredness.) But each week, there are enough of us logged on to have a decent competition. It's - insert trigger warning here - the new normal.
Jauntily angled evidence of the Bond et al quiz. You can feel the concentration. You can sense the confusion. |
Toasting my success. Here's to ME. |
And now it's my turn. You see, every household in the extended Bond family has taken a turn at being Quiz Mistress. I've managed to dodge that particular time-consuming bullet so far. This has been good news for the rest of my week, but bad news for the likelihood of scoring highly. When siblings throw in sports rounds willy nilly, (two in one quiz! I'm still not over it!) then I'm in danger of relegation. This week, I get to take control. I can inflict all sorts of indignities on my family. I will highlight all their intellectual weakness with the sadism of an evil Magnus Magnusson. I can't wait.
Well not yet. But soon. |
Have a lovely week, folks.
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