495 points for me and 340 for young Sita. I got four, count’em, four 7 letter words, or “Bingos” as we Scrabble geeks call them, seeming, roasted, gentled, and strainer (8 letters, but who’s counting?). In our defence, although we were playing Scrabble on a Friday night, we’d been out the night before with friends and stuff. And we were listening to contemporary Mexican trance. And we made our own pizza and had fine wine. Oh alright, it’s nothing to be proud of…