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I am not much good at bowling. Fun an' all but not really my scene.
I recall about fifteen years ago, when J and I were living together, J's bro John (I use his name because, frankly, another 'J' would just confuse things especially since J's current partner is also a 'J') suggested we all go bowling. Can't remember how it ended up with my Mum joining us but it did. She'd never been bowling before. John was a bit full of himself and was pretty good at bowling, so he was anticipating beating the crap out of the rest of us.
Off we went: Me, J, his brother John, John's girlfriend, whose name I no longer remember, a couple of friends and my Mum.
Turned out Ma was a natural. John found it quite frustrating (in an amusing kind of a way). She, without any expectations of success, bowled strike after strike after strike.
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