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Thursday I played petanque. A french form of aerial bowls which involves throwing iron nballs and attempting not to catch one. I have seen plastic sets but Ira has a contempthfor anything made of plastic. This involved Ira guiding me to the petanque club in an out of the way part of Prague which I will never be able to find again by myself.. That is a pity because I quite enjoyed playing it and surprised myself by beating her at it. This is the first thing so far we have discovered where I am better than she is. Apparantly it's all in the wrist action but will not make you go deaf. After the game we all retired to a pub for gulash dumplings and no czech event can be without beer.
Petinque has a limited appeal
When it hasn't got the right feel
A girl could say
Plastic? No way
My man must have balls of steel
