Old head, young scamp

Ted and I resumed hostilities on the chessboard today. After a two-week break, it felt good be back in my ‘hobby zone.’ (also known as Ted and Beryl’s living room)
Beryl is all better now, so the Ted-inflicted quarantine is lifted. I asked him straight away “I hope it wasn’t anything serious?”
“Nah,” he said, “she just had a verruca.” and winked. He really is a mischievous old bastard, and I type that with all due respect. We were laughing within minutes of meeting, and I am increasingly glad to be in his company.
Then he nailed my arse to the chessboard again.
I thought hobbies were supposed to be fun?

RC 29-11-09