The first time Son beat me at chess, I put it down to me being caught unawares, what with him having been totally rubbish in all our previous games.
I vowed there and then, to not let it happen again.
But it did.
We have played a couple of times since then, and he has beaten me each time.
It would seem, the student has become the master (not that I’m particularly good at chess, but I was always better than he was!).
Last night, we went out for a family meal at a steakhouse in Stevenage. Usually, when we go out to these sorts of places, I am the first to finish my meal – because I don’t fuck about when it comes to food. But last night, I was only halfway through my 8oz sirloin when I heard Son put his cutlery down. I looked across at his empty plate and raised a quizzical eyebrow. “I was hungry”, he said, nonchalantly.
Afterwards, we went across to the Ten Pin Bowling alley and had a couple of games. Again, this is something I normally thrash the rest of the family at. But last night, I had to settle for second place, as Son showed us how it was done. Twice.
At the moment, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I found out that he writes a blog and has a thousand followers!
He did have but I am 1001.
All I can say is well done Mr H.
Traitor!
Is he taller than you as well?
Nope, that’s something I can still beat him at (currently). But there’s only about half an inch difference.
I have the bigger feet as well. Unless he turns into a Hobbit, I don’t think he’ll beat me there.
A blog? Oh Masher. He’s got a huge TikTok following
Ah, happens to the best of them. Gently step back with a knowing smile and praise his efforts. When he’s not looking, get online to the chess club and play until your eyes bleed. Then straight after work, nip to the bowling alley for a few practice strikes. Next time, you can “ave ‘im”
Or maybe I’ll just settle for being better than him at some things… like being taller.
🙂 Good luck for the last remaining few
Few?