I had a friend who use to invent the most far fetched story's.One was about women golfers.This one that I still have in letter form,that he sent me when he was in North of England on a golf holiday.
Dear Patrick.I played on my own yesterday,I was following two women golfers.they put their tee shots into the woods and vanished after them.
"Women golfers" I sneered, only to strike a more feeble shot into the same woods.
When I went in there to search for the ball I found the women on their knees gathering flowers and chirping to each other like birds.
'You always get such lovely primroses here' one of them told me,but I think the bluebells in the woods by the seventeenth are much nicer.
Its so boring being on the fairway, dont you agree?.
Half the time they only picked a club because they liked the colour of the grip.
By now I had joined up with them.On the next par three (a 150 yard carry),the older lady said to the younger one.'Not that big one take the club with that nice blue handle,it goes with your dress'.I miss him.
Dear Patrick.I played on my own yesterday,I was following two women golfers.they put their tee shots into the woods and vanished after them.
"Women golfers" I sneered, only to strike a more feeble shot into the same woods.
When I went in there to search for the ball I found the women on their knees gathering flowers and chirping to each other like birds.
'You always get such lovely primroses here' one of them told me,but I think the bluebells in the woods by the seventeenth are much nicer.
Its so boring being on the fairway, dont you agree?.
Half the time they only picked a club because they liked the colour of the grip.
By now I had joined up with them.On the next par three (a 150 yard carry),the older lady said to the younger one.'Not that big one take the club with that nice blue handle,it goes with your dress'.I miss him.
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