Birdies, Bluebirds and Groupies
Happy Monday. It's a bit quiet at work this morning, it'll be nice if that lasted. The weekend was rather wholesome, I played plenty of sport but still had to breathe in when I put on my fetching Bermuda shorts this morning.
I played golf on Saturday with my competitive-other half and despite almost running out of balls (we managed to 'borrow' some others) we really enjoyed it. Three and a half hours on the beautiful Southampton 18-hole par 3 course
, with it's dazzling panorama's and undulating hills. Broods of Bluebirds flew around us, forcing us to stop at the garden centre yesterday and buy a cedar Bluebird box for our garden. They are beautiful things.
A half-hour golf lesson yesterday hopefully corrected my swing in readiness for when my Dad arrives this week as we both hope to get out a couple of times to play. My parents arrive on Wednesday in fact for their first visit to Bermuda. And from my point of view it will be interesting to see the island through a tourist's eyes and be great to spend a couple of weeks with them as we did in Chicago two summers ago.
Yesterday was tennis and my shoulders were suffering last night, not aided by my Thai masseuse with fingers that could crack walnuts (another story, another time). Not forgetting that I played indoor footie Friday, god I am so damn sporty!
Friday night we had a very nice meal at some friends, sat outside until 2am talking bollocks, and watching one of the guests chew through about 5 packets of Nicorette. I'm glad no one ever convinced me smoking was big and clever. I did find out on Friday though that the wife of the hosts shagged Ian Astbury from The Cult
, during her groupie days. Fantastic post-dinner conversation I can tell you. And then Saturday was a bit less foolhardy as we had a civilised dinner with another couple without Liar Dice
and copious amounts of Merlot.