I’ve just come back from a weekend away with twelve friends. We stayed in a HUGE house at Sennen Cove in Cornwall. I was in a happy mood because I had just finished a book I’d been working on alongside all my other books for twenty years. Seriously!
‘Let’s play!’ I said.
We played charades until we ran out of books, plays and films; then we did illnesses, foods and things-you-can-buy-in-Tesco. It’s quite hard to mime chicken pox, sticky toffee pudding and Fairy liquitabs!
After that, we played sardines, which is like hide-and-seek except only one person hides and all the others count. When you find the hider, you hide with them, until everyone’s crammed into the cupboard under the stairs/cowering behind the curtains/ squashed behind the settee and only one person’s left seeking. The last one to find is the next one to hide.
We played one-word-story, where you go round the group saying one word each, to make up a story, then in-the-manner-of-the-word and wink murder – all my favourite games.
Someone said they were surprised I liked playing games so much… and that surprised me. I mean, writing is all about playing – you’re making things up and imagining all the time, just like the pretend-games you used to play when you were little.
I’m always on the look-out for new games to play. What are your favourites?