The trouble with not having enough time to play golf is that you have to practise indoors.
I use the kitchen - because of the high ceiling and the French windows (great as a mirror) - and the adjoining room - because my wife thinks it’s the cats that have been scratching holes in the carpet there.
I continue to get away with blaming the cats for my divots but she doesn’t believe me when I suggest they could also be responsible for the dents in the side of our standing fridge. A cat could dent a fridge, couldn’t it? If it were absolutely determined?
Still. 50% of the blame is better than 100%. Missie and Flash (cats) scowl at me as aforementioned wife, scandalised by the worsening state of the carpet, throws them out of aforementioned French windows and into the rain. I grin conspiratorially at them as they fly through the air.
Memo to self. Stand further away from fridge while studying top of the backswing…
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