I have played precisely four, yes, FOUR rounds of golf so far in 2020. Two in howling gales with commensurate attached precipitation at Slaley Bog, sorry, Hall. Would have been five as of last Friday, but the climate gods decided torrential rain was suitable weather in which to play Monifieth Medal, so that was cancelled forthwith. Due to unfortunate clubhouse closure, we couldn’t even drown the sorrows.
I hope to get out with Nancy on Sunday, increasing my tally to 5, so at least I’ve got that going for me. I am as utterly gagging for it as a fat lad in a pie shop.
Count me in for inclusion in any type of golfing activity as humanly possible. I’d even consider crazy golf or perhaps, at a stretch, any Gary Player Course. Nah, on second thoughts, I’m not THAT desperate.
Let’s GOLF!!!
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