It's Sunday so we get a well-deserved rest over at The A-Z Challenge 2016. Our numbers have reduced to around 1700 now, but I'm hanging on in there. My daily hit rate has more than quadrupled, so I'd like to offer a great big thank you to everybody who follows me day by day. It's what keeps me going!
Today's given words at The Sunday Whirl are - forget, stretch, rest, left, hole, lost, sight, first, shell, feathers, rattle and old.
Forget it. I'm fed up. I'm positively rattled. Bend your knees, address the ball, hit to the left, mind the bunker on the right. 'Fore' they keep shouting, I didn't even manage a one! I've lost a bucket load of balls, and they are bloody expensive. What with that and the entry fee, I shelled out a small fortune. No, I've had enough. I'm going to stretch the old legs. then have a well-earned rest in the 'nineteenth hole'. Nineteenth hole! I ask you! It's just a friggin' bar for goodness sake and an expensive one at that. Whatever next?
Okay, my first hit was a disaster. But the stupid pigeon should have known better than to fly in front of me when I'm having my first ever swing of the bat, or club, or stick-thing whatever it's called. Mind you, the scattering of feathers down the fairway did make for quite a pretty sight! No, it's dominoes and solitaire for me for now on. Proper sport.