I've been having the most horrible vivid nightmares for the last few weeks, mostly just random weird stuff. But last night I was dreaming that I was about to play a game with the grim reaper, it was kinda like that bit in Bill and Ted's Bogus journey except the reaper looked more like I imagine the Terry Pratchett version, I think Binky was even hanging around in the background somewhere too. Clearly we have been playing this game for many years now and although I got cocky with the first two games which I had won, he won the next 3 in a row with effortless ease. Behind him were lots and lots of little baby coffins piled up and I was scanning them trying to find the one that looked like Isabella's. Of course now we are going to play again for the very last time. I was trying to reason with him saying that a 3 all draw would really be a nice way to end, "call it a draw and I'll call it quits", he sat back in his chair and just shook his head and said "wouldn't be any fun if it was that easy now would it". I told him there was no way he was going to win this round and I slammed my hands down on the table and screamed "bring it on!"
So game on.... game on indeed.