A Frustrating Game

The week is certainly whizzing by - Wednesday already. I attended the Mid-Week Eucharist which was presided over by Elizabeth. Again there were about 15 of us there. Maxime came back to ours for a coffee and to discuss the size and costings of the Parish Magazine which was an enormous 58 pages this month. It has been suggested that this could be cut down by reducing the size of some of the event advertisements. Richard came over at 1.30 p.m. to continue this discussion and then he and I went over to Wilton to play golf - the first time this year. We were both very rusty and found ourselves topping the ball and putting badly. I haven't played since October and he since November last year. We simply didn't have the touch and I kept under-hitting the ball or topping it - being anxious to look up and see where it had gone. We played 11 holes in all and as we were not really improving decided to call it a day. We need to get some more practice to get back into the swing again - literally. We have pledged to play again next week when I get back from Lincolnshire. I shall take a couple of short clubs up there in the hope of playing on the mini-golf course in Cleethorpes - if it's still there. Tonight we had a family night in and watched the Will Smith film Seven Pounds. Although it got a slating from the critics we enjoyed it. It is worth seeing again and is a bit of a tear-jerker at the end. My last night here for a few days so it's early to bed.