Saturday, 11 June 2011
I'm afraid I have to apologise to the Thankful Fairies and the Keeper of the Glad Games today. I was a Grump. I'm not often a Grump. Leastways I don't think I am. Although there are occasions.... Today was one of them. It was the Scottish Golf Croquet Open Championship Tournament. Sounds grander than it is. Last year I came second. That was probably more of an achievement than the previous year when I won. Although I would say that when I won it was the day after I finished my radiotherapy treatment. Had the tournament been the day before or the day after I would not have been capable of playing. It's a funny old world. Anyway, as usual, I digress and am rambling.
Today started really well. The sun shone. It was almost bordering upon warm. I was playing really well. Then the clouds came. The wind went cold. The rain started. Heavily. My play deteriorated. Then I had to wait , wet and cold, for about 90 minutes for my next game. By the time I was back on the lawn I was cold, wet and stiff and my wrist was bandaged and sore. I was a real Grump. I lost my next game 0:7. I was even grumpier.
Then the rain stopped. It got a bit warmer. It was early evening by this time and I had one more game. One game away from some spag bol and a glass of wine. I won. It was the deciding game to take me into the last four tomorrow. The competition is fierce. I shall be playing one of the UK's top 20: best of 3 at 0930.
I'd better have an early night tonight.