Slotting my fingers into the three holes on a range of different bowling balls, I needed to choose the perfect one – it was my game plan.
‘Oh, come on,’ my partner Jordan, 29, sighed, rolling his eyes in response.
Only, moments later, the pins made a tumbling sound, with the last one wobbling over.
‘Ha! Strike,’ I cheered, walking back to my seat with a spring in my step. ‘Beat that!’
With my two children Sofia, six, and Tyas, four, at their dad’s house for the weekend, it was time for me and Jordan to have some fun of our own on 19 November last year.
A day at our local bowling centre, before going on to have a victory meal at Bella Italia afterwards – the bowling game a decider for who paid…
But there was no doubt in my mind as to who was going to win – not to say I
