I had the day with my daughter yesterday and in casual conversation she mentioned to me that her mother was "absolute rubbish" at chess.......
A quick trip to Woolworth's and we settled down to TWO HOURS of Chess.
It was an absolute delight. Watching a seven year old hunched over the board, concentrating with all her little might, setting traps for her daddy, and thinking 3 moves ahead ......
Astonishment on my part.
Time is flying by.I remember I used to play every night with my dad before bed ( as a preliminary to being read a chapter of the Hobbit). He'd spend the whole time with a smile on his face and now I understand why.
My kid never ceases to amaze me.
I know all dad's say that but it doesn't make it any less true.
She's growing up and the miracle of her little mind and smile makes me full of pride and wonder.
Where is time going?
It seems to speed up as I get older.
My dad used to say:
" The telephone poles at the side of the road turn into a picket fence as you get older"
I'm back in Cambridge on this cold grey Sunday and have to get my head around the million domestic bits and pieces that are sitting waiting to get done.
I just finished watching the annual ritual in London and found it sad and depressing.
How many Remembrance Sundays stretch ahead against a backdrop of daily drip feed casualty reports.?
Twos and threes.
Just numbers on the screen and back to our own little dramas.
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month was supposed to commemorate the end of the War to End All Wars.
Life goes on and very little changes.
Ever notice how it always circles back to more of the same?
This week I'm in Germany.
Next week Russia.
The week after I'm in Dubai and India.
Hurrah for little girls who've discovered Chess!
Hope all is well and life is happy and healthy.