Michael taught me a new game yesterday, after he found a pair of horse chestnuts on the dog walk. He got into a lively conversation on FB with some old friends from England about this beloved game. Between their comments and the picture below that he posted, I'll admit I got a bit worried. All I could imagine were bruises and bloody knuckles. What the hell kind of game could it be?
I arrived home for lunch to discover that the two conkers had been drilled, and a string with a knot on the end threaded through the hole. Hmmm... this did not allay my fears of people beating each other with these hard little things.
Fortunately I was wrong.
It turns out that players take turns attempting to hit the other's conker, and the conker that stays intact wins. Broken = LOSER!
All right then. That's not quite so violent as I imagined. After I ate lunch, we gave it a go.
If you hit the other player's conker, you get to go again. If you miss, they get their turn to try to hit yours. I never once hit Michael's conker, yet I WON! His conker broke after hitting mine several times. He was horrified.
Today we had a rematch.
I struck Michael's conker FIVE times in a row and then it broke! I now have a winning streak, and Michael is livid.
"It's not fair!" he wailed.
My conker is obviously superior.
Tomorrow we'll have another go.