When I was a little girl my family found entertainment in playing cards. My parents held a regular poker school at their house and my childhood memories are filled with the sights and sounds of these exciting occasions. My parents also taught Bridge in a local hotel. Given this background, it is no surprise to find we children also grew up to love playing cards. Stashes of cigarette cards were hoarded and used as money. We gambled and fought very seriously over every game except one. The game of cribbage was played for the glory of being the winner. As I became an adult, I lost any interest in gambling but the love of playing cards remains. I never leave the house without a pack of cards and a travelling crib board in my handbag. When I lived and worked in Bath, I belonged to a pub cribbage league, which I miss very much. These days I play cribbage on line with people from all over the world and I still get a thrill when I play.