Jorge

The club president. Working hard to keep the place going, but it's an uphill task.
We arrived up from Rio at around midday and HH went off to play 9 holes and discuss the course with Jorge. I tootled on home with the cat and a car full of papers for sorting, and hopefully burning, car-walked the dogs and read a friend's autobiography over a cheese sandwich till I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Lay down, thinking I'd be lucky to get two minutes before HH phoned wanting a lift home, but in the end, got half an hour, and then another half hour's grace while he showered and chatted. I wasn't too pleased with him when he seemed to think some kind of a snack lunch was in order at 5.30-ish, and left him to fend for himself. I was starting to think of dinner, but in the end, we didn't eat again till nearly 9. We watched an old Poldark video for far too long, then I back-blipped three days and was too tired to write and post this yesterday.  Maybe I'll manage this and today's - today.