My lovely man plays a bit of golf with friends quite regularly.
I’m not yet convinced anyone ENJOYS golf.
A friend advertised her husband’s clubs for a ridiculously low price after listening to one too many rants as to how he was sick of the game and was going to sell his clubs. He fielded offers for days.
Another friend glanced at her phone once and said ‘Oh no, it’s my husband, he’s been playing Golf, he’s going to go on again’
Then she listed to his whining and whispered soothingly ‘No darling, you are not completely useless…’
Anyway… before my lovely man headed off to his afternoon golf game he made me a little plate of cold meats and salad for lunch (coz he is lovely), and then he staggered off to play 18 holes, and I went back to my desk.
After their analysis at the 19th hole… no doubt as to how useless everyone was and what do they even play this game for, he comes home.
Are you alright darling he asks, did you have any supper? You didn’t eat a big lunch. (Love him).
I’m alright thanks darling I assure him, I’m fine, I’m not hungry. I’m having a quick shower.
OK, he says, but the chips you never ate are falling out your bra again.
Caught in the act!!🤣🤣
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