I love the rain

I love the rain it washes memories off the sidewalk of life...
(Woody Allen ). Today on the 14th fairway I was reminded
of why I hate caddying in the winter. It chucked it down.
The rivers of Babylon. I was wetter than a swans arse.....
I was aghast that my regular client , the great Theodore
Funnell , wit , raconteur and shot inventor , suggested to
his fellow players that we play on. I was all for hailing a
kayak and canoeing in .....what what. Theodore asked me
to hold up an iron under the thunder so that I would catch
alight....and the rest of the party could dry themselves. I
think he was joking but hes in avery funny mood these days.
It was a nice enough round up until that point except for
the usual tantrums and I only lost two balls which for me is
almost a record. The promised xmas bonus of course did not
materialise and I must work again for the old Theodore
tomorrow. Lets hope hes holding folding . I wonder who he is
playing ? Lets hope its Mungo Grunto....matinee idol.....
Im glad to say though that I have finally shaken off a
shocking hangover where it felt like there were a couple of
Frenchmen living in my head. I only went out for some milk
and I end up being dragged into the Canon to be filled up with
brandy. I shant be doing that again for a long time. Well....
its XMAS ! Oh God.