It’s hard to explain to non-bridge players just how all-consuming this game is. For those of us who move in the same highly competitive circles, it’s simply a way of life. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about bridge.
For now, though, my kids are on their summer break, so bridge has to take a back seat. My fellow fanatics sometimes find this hard to grasp. Last week, the England international Claire Robinson sent me a text asking if I could have supper in mid-August. ‘I’ll be in Sweden,’ I replied. ‘Lovely!’ she said. ‘Who are you playing with?’ ‘Er, my children on a beach…’
And I still remember Janet de B asking, a few summers ago, whether I’d had a good holiday. ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘Did you play bridge?’ When I said I hadn’t, she looked aghast: ‘Then how could you have had a good time?’
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