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Post No. 20: Anecdotes and Apocrypha: A Weekend in the Country (2)

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Post No. 20: Anecdotes and Apocrypha: A Weekend in the Country (2)

Kevin and the Golfing Surprise.

On the Sunday of the weekend we stayed at the Grand Hotel in Mt. Victoria some of us decided to have a round of golf at the Leura Golf Club and a round of drinks afterwards at the nineteenth watering hole, the Fairmont Hotel.

The maggies were stealing the white golf balls (it must have been the nesting season) so we were digging around in our bags for yellow or orange golf balls.

I fished around and found an orange ball, but Kevin urged me to take one of his, a pale yellow. He was quite insistent but I was perfectly happy with my orange one and fobbed him off.

Warwick, another close friend, teed off first, and then it was Kevin’s turn (men always hit off first because the women’s tee is almost invariably closer to the green).

As Kevin’s driver hit the ball there was an almighty explosion – the air was thick with yellowish dust and small pieces of the fluffy ball innards floated slowly to the ground.

Everyone piled out of the pro shop to see what had happened. It was a complete shock to all of us, especially Kevin, who was several shades paler and visibly shaken. It was completely unexpected, because when I didn’t take the bait the exploding golf ball joke had moved out of contention.

Warwick and Kevin had plotted it together and were already having a good laugh until I stuck to my orange ball. They gave up the plot with good grace but had not anticipated that Kevin would absentmindedly put the trick ball in his pocket, pull it out, tee it up, and then bang!!

It made an awful mess, yellowy-white debris covered the tee and surrounding areas, but the pro-shop guys took it well, appreciating a good joke, even one that backfired spectacularly.

About the Author:

I will soon be 81 years old and tickled pink to be still upright. I have a good life. I still see clients, mainly in their own homes. I attend a lot of congresses, conferences and training sessions (never too old to learn). My apartment sits across from the north end of Maroubra Beach with 270 deg. views. There is always something intriguing to gaze at – the whales and dolphins twice a year, the stand-up paddle boarders, the surfers, the walkers, the beautiful surf in all its moods. Every morning two lorikeets come for their wholemeal bread. I often sit on the balcony and cook lunch on my portable grill, sitting amongst pots of lettuce, spinach, eggplant, tomatoes, chillies, and herbs: French tarragon, bayleaf, basil, rosemary, oregano, marjoram, thyme, mint and parsley. Throw a handful of herbs on every meal. My wonderful son has an equally lovely wife and three sons, 18, 16 and 14. They are the joy of my life as are my many good friends (some dating back to primary school) and colleagues. I was divorced, and later had two very dear partners, now deceased. One of them was Bill Peach; many of you may remember him. I was with him for 15 years until he died in 2013. He infected me with the travel bug, with many overseas and domestic Journeys taking place each year. The other long-term relationship left me with a taste for champagne, good wine, gourmet food and the Opera. Most of my life I have played tennis and golf, surfed (even in winter) and skied overseas and locally. Slowing down a bit now, love to see a film and do cryptic crosswords and sudoko. Passionate about bridge. I feel I have been very fortunate and would like to continue in that vein. Fingers crossed.