Home Alone

Our early doors for S to catch a flight to Baltimore then home to an already strangely empty flat. But not for long, I was out again soon enough for the last golf competition of the season where I displayed an amazing array of bad shots from my extensive armoury. Hook, slice, push, pull, top, sclaff, sole, heel, toe, shank, shank, shank. Sounds more like highland dancing. Oh and I putted like a one-handed gerbil. Needless to say I was stone last. That may be a first! Sigh.
Consoled myself with a bread experiment (fennel and prune, who knows?), watching Deadpool and finishing off K's lager. All's well again.