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Candy Crush trumps phone calls, grocery shopping

My oldest son is the Candy Crush king. A good thing, this is, given that I'm anything but the queen. I am, let's just say, a newbie to the game. While the son is on level 532 - or something like that - I'm still locked in at level 20.

My oldest son is the Candy Crush king.

A good thing, this is, given that I'm anything but the queen.

I am, let's just say, a newbie to the game. While the son is on level 532 - or something like that - I'm still locked in at level 20.

The two or three of you out there who are unfamiliar with Candy Crush - or Candy Crush Saga, as it's more properly known - may be interested in knowing the game is the go-to app these days.

I'm sure it long ago replaced Angry Birds as the world's No. 1 waster of time. And, in fact, my betting is that if there are 30 people on a bus fiddling with their mobile devices on any given day, one is reading email, two are sending texts, and 27 are playing Candy Crush.

I don't know how I discovered it. I do know I'm addicted.

"A question," I said to the son the other day. I had called him. Long distance. With a bit of an emergency.

"What's that thing that looks like a Licorice Allsort? You know, the beaded kind. Is it special, or what?" The son said yes, and told me it was actually called a colour bomb. Then the son told me about

the powers of the striped candies and the wrapped candies. Then the son talked about the importance of getting four in a row, and of earning boosters and of clearing the jelly. Then the son explained how I could get more lives when I ran out, which I inevitably would.

The call probably cost $10.60.

I went back to my game.

The telephone rang. It was an old pal. The old pal wanted to chat.

"I'll have to call you back," I said. "Playing

Candy Crush. Trying to reach my target score."

I didn't, of course.

Unlike the king, I have not been breezing through the levels.

There are a few other things I have also not been doing. Like returning emails, say. And reading my book. And washing the clothes.

"Wanna go get those groceries now?" the husband asked this morning.

"In a minute - or maybe 20," I said. "I'm trying to earn some boosters."

Candy Crush, let's just say, is starting to interfere with other things I should be doing.

Like buying food, for instance. And eating it.

Ah well. Things will calm down as my game gets on track. Just a few hundred levels to go.