Gonna be honest here, 3rd day of an unplanned bender. Not feeling great but got a few on the go with the golf on hoping for a miracle for our lad Tommy. Missus is fuming. Well actually she's not she's being sound, starting her weekly health kick and soaking in the bath which I ran for her and even lit candles while she'd gone the shop. So yeah, she's silently fuming. Bought a few hours of ball scratching at least with the candles there. I know the game, been doing it for years. You don't get called El Fatso by the mother in law for nothing.
*she's never ever called me that but I know she thinks it the minx