So, 38 years ago tonight my man was teaching me how to play chess - I would give birth to Brian 15 hours later. We were in the living room, my hair in rollers (had to look good to go in) and wearing my big, orange chenille housecoat - it was about the only thing I could comfortably wear.
Sitting there looking pretty as a picture in my rollers and robe, I started bemoaning the fact time was passing slowly that evening. He suggested chess, yes, chess. Well, why not? I had never played the game - I hate games that make me think - plan ahead - even checkers. Smooth move to wiggle into a comfortable position and get arm's length from the chess table to learn a new game. Have to give my man credit, he was very brave or very crazy to suggest it to a "due to deliver pregnant woman."
All I remember from chess that night is the guy "with the slit in his head" moves sideways - I think.
Anyway, Brian made his entrance (or should that be exit) at 12:40pm the next day. And he knows how to play chess!!! Could it be - - -nawwww
Happiest of birthdays to a son who has a soft and gentle heart and soul. We love you. xx oo