Matt and I managed to play a quick game of chess over coffee at lunch.
I loved feeling like an old man in a park, playing chess at midday with someone. I wanted to share a biscuit and a cup of tea I brewed at home.
"How does that taste, ay?" I would say to Matt in this fictional scenario.
"Not bad, old chap," if Matt would use words like that. "Your move."
I look forward to the days when my meetings would consist of chatting about business affairs and opportunities over games.
Am I too young to be fantasising about old man things like playing chess in the park? What happened to me?