It has not all been bad news this week. GCSE results came out and I was delighted that my 16 year old daughter got an A for the Citizenship Project on “Why the Fox-hunting Ban should be Repealed” to which I think it is fair to say I had made a substantial contribution. Basically I wrote the whole damn thing. Also Hen has tapped into an attractive new revenue opportunity taking photographs at a succession of 21st birthday parties that have been going on around us for which she gets paid a tidy sum and walks away with some pretty dodgy photographs. The last party was a Tarts & Vicars fancy dress theme. Perhaps I have led a particularly sheltered life, but I had never heard of N*pple Lashes before which were apparently what some rather attractive girl in one photo I was shown, was sporting. What’s more Bob and Lottie managed the journey down from Leuchars to Peterborough by train on their own with little drama. They had to change trains in Newcastle which I thought might present a challenge. I sent Bob a text asking him if he had been able to understand a word that anyone up there was saying. This was his response...“No i was like whats the time? And they were like girlys so I said do u know Cheryl Cole???”
And what am I talking about? I almost forgot the main event. You will be dying to know how I got on in the annual family golf competition up at St Andrews last Friday. I only went and walked it. Sorry to boast but it was a breeze. A slight dampener was bogeying the last three holes of the Old Course as I had only been 5 over standing on the 16th, but I finished with an 80 for 39 Stableford points and the Big Stick was mine for another year. Go me.
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