While Monopoly was another favourite, we usually got bored after a while 'cos technically there won't be an end to the game unless someone goes bankrupt. And once all the properties are bought, houses and hotels are built, the fun's almost over. So after rounds and rounds of collecting $200, landing in jail, trespassing on another player's property and paying "rent", someone would usually say, "OK. I'm bored. I'm done. Let's play something else!"
But with Cluedo, there's always an exciting end to solve the mysterious murder of Dr. Black. We loved playing detectives and would always race to check the clues, rule out suspects and wait for the opportune time to triumphantly declare "It's Professor Plum, in the Dinning Room, with a Candlestick! or "Colonel Mustard, in the Kitchen, with a Rope!"
It's been close to a decade (or more) since I dusted out the old board game. Come to think of it, I'm not sure if I still have it in my possession. It was a Christmas present from one of my aunts when I was 8 or 9 but I'm not sure what happened to it after I got married and moved out of my parents' home.
I'd forgotten all about Cluedo till this evening, when I returned from work today to find little Terrorliza coughing violently, with phlegm stuck in her throat. She managed to get to bed early but woke up again in the middle of the night because she was seized by a coughing fit which became progressively severe.
That was when a whole slew of accusations came hurtling towards my direction because I'd given her a piece of Toblerone chocolate over the weekend despite knowing that she was recovering from a bad throat / cough. My mum had taken the kids out during the day and like most doting grandmothers, she treated them to ice-cream and jelly beans. So she was another suspect.
I rushed Terrorliza to the toilet just in time and she threw up - blobs of phlegm and bits of...watermelon. (According to the wise, watermelon is considered a "cooling" fruit which shouldn't be consumed when one is coughing. Or something like that.)
After cleaning Terrorliza up, giving her some medication, rubbing Mentholatum on her chest, back and throat, my little one finally got to sleep albeit much whining and fussing.
I don't like to playing the finger-pointing game but since I'm now implicated in this whole situation, I'd better do something to solve the problem.
New fact: I wasn't home when Terrorliza had watermelon after dinner. And my mum had already left by then.
So fellow detectives, who or which was the culprit that triggered the return of Terrorliza's big, bad nasty cough?
(a) Mumsy (i.e. me) - because she gave Terrorliza a piece of chocolate on Saturday night
(b) Grandmee (i.e. my mum) - because she gave Terrorliza ice-cream and jelly beans on Wednesday afternoon
(c) Mystery Caregiver - because she/he gave Terrorliza watermelon on Wednesday Evening
(d) All of the above
After much (soul) searching, I've come to the devastating conclusion that in this mystery, facts don't count for nought. So the culprits, by popular consensus, are (a) + (b). Simply because it's more convenient to find fault with others who're always considered to be incompetent, negligent, irresponsible and brainless.
I rest my case.
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