He used to be fairly indecisive, but now he's not so certain.
It is not a matter of life and death. It is not that important. But it is a reflection of life, and so the game is an enigma wrapped in a mystery impaled on a conundrum.
Those trees seem to grow every year.
The game lends itself to fantasies about our abilities.
One good thing about rain in Scotland. Most of it ends up as scotch.
I can’t see, unless the weather changes, the conditions changing dramatically.