I cannot remember where I first met X. Most likely, it would have been at the Mount Waverley Club, one or two years ago. He told me that he lived in Queensland and was in Melbourne for a few days staying with his son. I played him and found that he had good scrabble skills. So, I invited him for a day of scrabble at my place.
We played about six or eight games, during which time my wife offered hospitality in the form of quick responses to the need for periodic cups of tea and coffee, and a hearty meal at dinner time. She is a very skilled cook. She makes me feel punished if we were to eat at a restaurant, where I would ask her to pick from the menu, what she might think I would like to eat.
I have not seen or heard about X until a third party, who I have no reason to doubt, told me that on Saturday 15/10/2011 at the Camberwell Club, X said something like the following:
“Oh, that Mohammed, he is a cheat and if he would be writing the scores, he is more likely to subtract your score than add it! I have been to his place; he treats his wife like a slave.”
What should I say? Maybe he didn’t like the chicken schnitzels. Mathematicians who might want to solve for x can click on the Link , push ctrl+f and type n space r. There you are, the solution would be highlighted.
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