Like Fatmammycat's nervous Filly,I was ambling home
with my newspapers this morning at a more considered
gait than normal,not because of feeling any more morose,
bitter,vindictive or bad-tempered than usual but I was
contemplating the final part of my" Wise Monkeys"
trilogy that I have been putting off with micky-mouse
posts like this for the last few days.It is not for want of a
subject or even subjects but the one I have chosen is
still a little painful to recall and relate,hence the delay
and contemplation but it will probably turn out to be
a load of bollocks anyway.
So there I was walking along the road, in a mild and
inoffensive manner,when a Merc. jerked to a halt across
the road,the driver rolled down the window and barked;
"Golf Course ?"
"What about it ?"
"Do you know where it is?"
"Of course I do.",and I walked on.
Little things like that can set you up for the whole day.