Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman. The European Championships in Tromso kicked off with a week of Mixed and by the end there was no disguising the contempt of some of the men for their partners. We had the full range, from withering sarcasm to screaming abuse. Clearly bridge is the last bastion of legal misogyny. To add to the fun, it was freezing cold and the loos were outside. Frankly, if I was up for a Portaloo I would have gone camping.
But just when I was ready to pack it all in, we squeaked into the Mixed Teams’ playoff by 0.01 of a victory point (only the top 16 teams get through) and a week later, against all odds, leapt from 60th place to 11th to make the playoffs in the Open teams. It’s amazing what you can get used to when the cards go in your favour.
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