What’s unusual about that?
Friendships and how to find them?
How often do unexpected happenings occur to us all? Before my new hip, I could guarantee at least one odd moment, every time I ventured onto the golf course.
Typically, on an average day the most likely oddity would be missing a 2 foot putt or laying up perfectly before the river, only to duff my next shot straight into it. All that care taken to try and avoid a penalty, completely undone.
The worst atrocity still etched deep, probably because there was an audience happened on the first tee. We’ve all been there and anyone who plays golf, knows exactly what I’m likely to say next.
I missed the ball so badly that finding it proved remarkably easy. After everyone else had played, they politely waited patiently while I walked to my ball, conveniently two yards in front of where I’d just been.
I desperately wanted to disappear or magically rewind time, oh for that minute back. Instead, I had the pleasure of playing again, hitting my second shot in the general direction of everyone else, almost certainly guaranteeing a horrible first hole and a big fat ugly number on my scorecard. Never mind, only 17 more to go.
I’ve only managed to be quite that unfortunate once at Ealing Golf Club so far. But hang on a minute. Aren’t I simply describing the…
