
I started teaching my 4-year-old board games this week. We played noughts and crosses, snakes and ladders, and had a hilarious attempt at Chinese Chequers in which he simply hopped over all my pieces and without bothering to follow the rules.
Snakes and ladders sums up this month pretty well for me. It was going fine. I’d thrown some 4s, the occasional 6, had my eye on a couple of ladders. And then I landed on a really big snake.
I slid all the way down the board again. I’m sitting on the floor looking up at all the levels above and feeling rueful.
Time to throw the dice again.