by Marcus Boyce
I have a chill in my bones and I'm either too hot or too cold. This can mean only one thing, right? Time for a game of Le Havre.Despite the chills and the coughing I played OK, my befuddled brain didn't quite grasp the entirety of what I was doing but I avoided loans, and shipped goods, I turned one resource into another.
The game ends and I tally up a score of 125. Mrs B tallied up and said she had 142 points. Well given I was hallucinating, awaiting the drugs to kick in I wasn't too disappointed.
Then she said; "oh I need to add my coins to this score"
Her coins.
She'd already crushed me just on buildings.
Her coins.
She'd actually scored 201 points.
Then with the fever gripping me I suggested we play Concordia:Salsa. The outcome was predictable.
