"What's Trumps?"

I was brave today and headed off further afield on my own in Roxy. I only went to Algester which is a neighbouring suburb but it felt like a solo adventure. Pepsi Max was on special offer at the supermarket there according to the junk leaflet left in our letterbox. Dulcie also wanted 2 large packs of chicken legs going cheap (not cheep) on the same leaflet. I had been before with Will but felt very impressed with myself for making it on my own. We drive on the same said as the UK here but ordinary main roads can be three lanes wide and you are allowed to overtake on the inside and speed restrictions change with the wind and the police lurk in unmarked cars...so it can be a bit stressful.I was shocked to find the Pepsi Max was not on special nor were the chicken legs as cheap as we expected...I found a copy of the promotional leaflet by the entrance and it was completely different to the one we found in the letterbox. I guessed that those offers were for a later date. I got the Pepsi anyway and the chicken legs and headed back to Acacia Ridge. I got some more shopping at our local supermarket before heading back to Celtis St.Checking the leaflet on my return the offers we had seen start tomorrow...Dulcie was still pleased with the legs I got which turned out to be enough for 10 meals.We had two games of Euchre after lunch. She normally watches 'The Virginian'. She loves it but she turned it off today. It was not a good episode. "I can't stand crap!" She said.The euchre games were  wipeout, she stormed to victory very quickly and went for her shower.Trace and Jen arrived at 3.30 pm."How are you?" They asked her."Oh, not good," she said."She's well enough to beat me hands down at euchre!" I said.We had another game after tea, fresh steamed mullet...that's the tea, not the game. We played five handed euchre. It needed some concentration which was decidedly lacking after partaking of the last bottle of Will's ginger beer. Having now been cellared for over a month...it was practically rocket fuel!Every hand started with someone asking "What's trumps?".... and then again at least twice before the hand was over...it was 9.30pm when Dulcie got to bed....two and a half hours after her normal bedtime.With Dulcie locked in upstairs as we go to bed....Trace and Jen are sleeping in their van under the house in the garage. Trace said "Look, I have to be honest with you...we pee in the garden if we need to at night.""So do we," we admitted." Perhaps we should divide up the garden then," she said "so we don't pee on each other in the darkness?" It was a good plan...you can see why they chose her to work in the Prime Minister's office.What an unexpected boon that my pee is fluorescent! No one will wonder where I am!