By Len Nourse

My FF is not late but delayed because in the US it’s still Friday. This because my thoughts are in frenzy due to my lousy putting that today had my putter on my knee. Its immediate demise was delayed when Cate’s Purple-dragon gave me a threatening look followed by a fireball me that would have rendered me cooked. Luckily the sheriff, Ann-Louise’s husband, was alert and quenched the fireball with a fairway sprinkler he was holding. This distracted everyone so only Gordon, my partner in the four-ball, saw me sheepishly hide my now broken putter in my golf bag.