Listening to: Aretha
We're having a quiet night in, eating toad-in-the-hole, drinking Czech beer and kind-of watching QI on the telly.
The subject of rock, scissors, paper comes up.
"I've never really got the rock, scissors, paper thing," says Mrs P"F".
"What's not to get?" says the pig "farmer", still basking in the glow of four pigs-worth of pork sold and Ireland's 30-21 win over the French in Dublin.
"I don't see how it works."
"Simple, rock beats scissors, scissors beat paper, paper beats rock."
"Ah, but that's the bit I don't get - why does paper beat rock?"
"Err. . . oh yeah, I remember. Paper covers rock."
"Depends how big the rock is - or the paper. And if you put a rock on top of the paper then surely the rock has beaten the paper. Ever heard of a paperweight? What kind of idiot uses paper to cover rock, especially here? No, rock beats paper - always."
"Blimey babe, it's only a game."
"Bloody silly game."
To decide who's right we play rock, scissors, paper and do that annoying thing many married couples seem to have of knowing just about everything each other is thinking, the final result being Pig "Farmer" 2 Mrs Pig "Farmer" 1 with seven draws.
* I understand the discussion in the QI studio followed similar lines which just goes to show you can make your own entertainment if you try hard enough - or you're married to Mrs P"F".