Cheers Tipsy and Boogs

I have been in the lands of 6 pin bowling and then elderly relatives. I am now totally knackered and any last gramme of goodwill to mankind has been wrung out of me
Did you win the bowling ......... 
No

First session for 3 weeks. 5 of us, 3 games and I came 2nd, 3rd and 3rd (2nd in total score on the day) and was even beaten by Mrs K in game 2

And having promised myself (and Mick the expert) I'd bowl proper like (instead of my renowned Barney Rubble style in 2013) I now have pains in muscles all over that are screaming "bring back Rubble".
And then over 3 hours with a relative that is sadly losing the plot big time and in her heart knows it. Her distress puts my issues into perspective more than a little.