This morning, whilst i sipped my cup of tea, my partner made up the kids lunch box for school and my daughter sang something almost recognisable as Mumford & Sons (or was it kum bay ya, my Lord…), my son took a gulp of his milk and quietly but purposefully moved his Castle, putting me in checkmate.
Whilst i am no Robert Fischer, he is only six years old.
I’m quite impressed.
I’m also very proud 