Him Indoors and I went on a lovely autumnal walk last week-end in Ashurst wood and found a couple of conkers. We resisted the urge to drill holes in them for a whole three hours, but eventually it was that or watch Strictly Come Dancing (such is the incredible range of available activities in our house) so for the sake of the ongoing sanity of all concerned, conker wars it had to be.
And so it is that I proudly present my triumphant one-er! And for the record, the remains of Him Indoors’ vanquished none-er. He is still recovering, and if conkers is to follow the tradition of chess, risk and other competitive games, we will never play again.
Sadly I don’t know many seven year olds, so the chances of bumping my nut up to a seriously intimidating six-er status or beyond are slim, particularly as most schools have probably banned conker wars by now due to nut allergies.
Very excitingly though I notice that it is the World Conker Championships this week-end, up in Oundle. If we just lived a little closer, I would definitely make the trip. As it is though I suspect the one-er will remain on the mantelpiece for a few months to go wrinkly before being guiltily binned just before Christmas.