Rain…
My cousin came over on Tuesday, together with her daughter and the daughter’s partner. My cousin lives in Wales, and about a month ago we went to Wales and stayed the night with my cousin, in order to play golf with her next morning.
It rained. We didn’t play.
My cousin is staying with her daughter, who lives about a hundred miles from here, so they stayed on Tuesday night. Well, my cousin stayed with us (our bungalow is not terribly big) and her daughter and the boyfriend stayed in a B&B. But they all had a meal with us.
The boyfriend is a golf pro, so the prospect of playing a round with them was both exciting and scary. And guess what?
It rained.
In the end, we played in the rain. I had a good round with Ed and my cousin, then they went in after nine holes and I played the second nine with the daughter and the pro.
The pro was really helpful and gave me a couple of very useful tips.
So today, when I played at the club and expected to be brilliance itself, I was utter rubbish.
Why do I play this stupid game?