Inclement is the appropriate word as Sunday 25th dawns very wet and heavy cloud cover suggests there will be no respite all day. So it proves. it wazzes down all morning such that the Muffins are among very few people venturing onto the course. That's probably just as well as it's an illegal five ball that make its way to the 6th tee.

Tate and DJ are in Cornwall, hopefully getting soaked as well and Cutie-Cutie is never allowed to play two weeks running.

The ball toss as conducted by the Fat-Boy has all the clarity and integrity of a Zimbawean Presidential election. The throw up results in a clear 2-3 split and Fat-Boy announces that Mr. Grumpy will play with Nance. Ten seconds later he re-considers and decides to pit Brett with Nance leaving himself with Turbo and Mr. Grumpy. It's all very irregular.

Early holes are nip and tuck and the back 9 is eventually shared, although the scorecard is getting ever soggier making the recording of scores more of a lottery than usual.

But Nance and Brett have a solid front 9 and so shade it as well as the match by a couple of points.

There are 15 camels at stake on the 5th tee. Only Brett hits the green and Mr. Grumpy duffs a lob wedge into sand to claim a useful 16. Turbo claims an OOB and a duck and Fat-Boy also collects a duck having eschewed an opportunity to de-duck on the 2nd. No matter that it was lodged in a raging torrent.

Individually Mr. Grumpy has his regulation two blobs, but sneaks home for the ten points with 35 points, a couple ahead of Nance with 33.