Yesterday I had a
wonderful time out with Steve; even if we did get wet and muddy. I
did ache when I got up this morning. The morning was rather dull. I
cleaned out a beer barrel, ironed some shirts, washed some
undercrackers, and carried on drying out the shoes which got rather
wet yesterday. I had planned to muck out the fish pond filter and mow
the lawn, but the garden was all very wet so I thought better of that
idea. A spot of lunch and I then popped to the post office to send a
parcel Brighton-wards before making my way round to see the first
fruit of my loin. He'd said to arrive about 2.45pm, and I was rather
early so to kill some time I did a quick geocache.
I arrived chez "My
Boy TM". He opened the door and Fudge
promptly escaped. My inclination was to chase after the dog but
apparently that just encourages him. When he gets out they leave the
door open and after a couple of minutes he gets bored and comes home.
I watched him charge past the garden gate a dozen times and then,
sure enough, he got bored and came home.
We then set off to the
driving range. "My Boy TM" had
suggested an afternoon's bashing golf balls about and with nothing
better on my itinerary I thought I'd give it a go. It's not as easy
as it looks. Apparently it's all about technique and not at all about
"bashing the granny out of it". The trick is keeping
everything straight and letting the golf bats do the work. Keeping
your feet still is quite important, and after an hour or so I started
to get the hang of it.
I always thought golf was
a rich man's game; it was quite reasonably priced. I might just go
back again. Mind you when I came out I did ache. My shoulders and
hips were hurting. I'm blaming yesterday's over-exertions for that.
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered in the evening. We're watching "Merlin"
now. It's quite entertaining so far...
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