Quelf anyone?

Promised the boys that we'd play a game of Quelf tonight.

"What's Quelf?", I hear you ask.

Fun! That's what it is. Ridiculous. Nonsensical. Bit weird. But funny. Hubby had to spend most of the game with his limbs stretched out perfectly straight. No bending allowed (had to get a straw for his beer). Youngest flummoxed eldest with his interpretation of a parachuting frog. Eldest sang a love sonnet to hubby on bended knee. Me? I had to stick a finger up one of my nostrils and yodel until I'd rolled three twos on the dice.

The best bit about the game was that it didn't go on forever (I have a very short attention span).

Now time for Marvel: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. The boys' latest unmissable TV programme. It is rather good.