Today I felt about eight years old again. Rob and I had arranged a game of Mighty Empires. Oddly enough, I have wanted to play this board-game since I was eight years old. I must admit, when a female friend of his landlord and his came around I did feel rather sheepish and immature, but it was a spot of good clean fun I suppose. I won (naturally), but 't was a hollow victory as I won only on points, it was not a "K.O." so to speak, but I did manage to get near his capital, and even besiege it on the final turn. Unfortunately, a division of my campaign army Legio Maximus was halted by some impassable mountains and failed to meet the objective, but the other division Legio Ronulus attempted a valiant assault on his capital city. Sadly, after two attempts at storming the breach, they died of scurvy on the return journey. I think my plan (a daylight charge across the minefield) did not work as well as I had hoped.
I couldn't help thinking how I should be studying the entire time, as in-between reading sections of The Prince by Machiavelli, I pondered whether it was the economy, military or urbanization which was the most important factor in maintaining an empire.
I fear Robert is most triste as his girlfriend had just split-up with him, again. I say "girl"-friend, I mean lady-friend, for she is really quite senior to him, and he is nearly forty. I suppose some of the most venerable fiddles play the sweetest tunes.
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