Get in the hole!

We played pitch-and-putt again today. I took 98 shots to get round! Still very embarrassing but at least I needed less than a hundred. Ted, like last week, was good fun until the last few holes, and then frustration got the better of him and he started excavating the greens with his putter. Alan and I think we should just play 15 holes from now on, so we don’t risk Ted damaging the course and getting us all banned. We’re all keen on playing every week, but Philippa isn’t happy as Sunday is her day for being relaxed and indulging herself in our relationship, and she doesn’t want me to be out for a large chunk of the weekend. Are we married already? Actually, given the choice between wandering around the golf course and staying in bed with my beloved, the bed will beat the bunkers every time, but I’m sure there’s a compromise and we can do both. I don’t have many friends or hobbies, and a regular visit to the fairway with Ted and Alan would do me good, I think. Hopefully she’ll see it the same way. Next weekend it’s the US Masters live on telly, so we won’t be playing golf anyway. We’ll just be spending four days watching it round Alans...

RC 3-4-11