Birdie Time

A cracking morning for the golf and for a change my golf was cracking, birdies galore. Well, a few counts as galore in my book. And I won, an increasingly rare occurrence. Stopped by sis on the way home for a yack, grabbed lunch then straight back out for a few hours of tenpin. Not too successful but the opposition had brought in a ringer! Home again, finished the photobook, collapsed in front of the TV. Done for the day.