The blog is making our final descent and coming into land so fasten your seat belts, open the window blind and stow away your tray table. It’s our final day here in tropical Muswell Hill. We checked out of the Discomfort Inn after another night of sleeping in a sauna. More lugging of suitcases, batteries, clubs down three flights of stairs, we have arms like orangutans.
Katherine left us on Wednesday to make her way to play in a Seniors event – good luck from all of us! Our special guests today were Pat Johns and Pip the dog. I am a bit concerned about my caddy Bones (Brenda) because she saw Pip and all of a sudden whipped out a pack of Bonio from her backpack for Pip – I thought she’d bought them for me to eat! We also had the return of Sylvia Compo Huggair (Comp Sec!)
The foursomes are – Chelsea & PC, Doris 1 & 2 (Karen & Aileen) Nikki & Alice. We came out of that battle 2-1 down and at lunch time the reality started to kick in, we could come away with the wooden spoon…..
The War Cabinet was called into action (United Nations had proved itself rubbish) to plan our attack for the singles. Jelly Baby was wounded with a sore hip, she couldn’t even get to the paddock for a little trot! So we go for a pincer movement for the singles – Emma came up against the very classy Tara Waters and couldn’t beat her on her home course. Amber secured a point for us so the fat lady wasn’t quite singing. Unfortunately PC went down to their champion, Nikki went down too and Chelsea had to play her opponent and the golfing Gods – but boy did she them a fight and a few good stomps.
So there it is – no sugar coating we came bottom of the pile and there is no steward’s enquiry – but my final blog for this year will follow later today when I’ve done some navel gazing. PC