Today I won a game of poker against three persons all older and more masculine than myself. It was very thrilling. I only became the big stack late in the game when I got several hundreds with two pair, Queens high against two pair, Jacks high - and then Helpdesk Man got lucky when Flatmate Man went all in and it was just the two of us, heads-up, eyeing each other over the chips in a Tracy/Hepburn sort of way, and we both played uber-cautiously for a bit until we got hungry for dinner, bleeding chips back and forth because the blinds have been raised sky-high, and ended up both going all in on a very dubious river with a combination of bluff and to-heck-with-it, but he had a pair of sevens and I had a pair of eights, and hah!
Also, the pig is picking up some of the nuances of the game. I’m pretty sure opponents of child-led weaning might say that when a toddler can rap on the table to check on their mother’s behalf, while having the milks, the world has become a slightly scarier place.