Yup, Wednesday was another one to remember...

or not. Actually, I don't remember a whole lot after 7pm... As mentioned in a previous posting, I was off to play golf on Wednesday and fly fishing on Thursday, both of which were quite a good day out. I played the best golf of my life, firing in an 84 gross. Considering that I have only played twice in the last two years and relegated myself to an unofficial 24 handicap, I thought I didn't do too bad. In fact, I think I've only ever once carded a 90. Halfway through the round we were disturbed by a small electrical storm that lasted about a half hour, but we decided to stick it out under the trees and I'm glad we did even though it was a bit cold and wet (kind of like a dog's nose when it sticks it in your ear as you're sleeping on the couch, but I digress). After golf, it is customary to "wet your bag" with a few beverages and that's where the wheels fell off. A few games of pool and snooker, and a "few" drinks later, I got home around 1am... On Thursday, after a light breakfast, I packed the fly fishing gear into the Ranger and headed for the hills, or lakes, in this case. Try bending over to tie flies to hair-width fishing line with a hangover the size mine was...fuckin' hell...I thought my head was going to implode. Luckily I came home with a fish of around the 600g mark, which Steph promptly baked for her dinner (I had the curry I was supposed to have on Wednesday night) and the previous night's overindulgence was forgiven. And today, in their infinite wisdom, management have decided to let everyone out of their cages at 12h00 for preparation of their respective new year celebrations. So I guess I'll be outta here shortly to go and sort out the pool at home that now looks like a fuckin' mudbath, thanks to the brown sludge that poured through from the neighbour's during last night's storm... Anyway everybody...stay safe, have a fantastic new year celebration and we'll speak again next year...