A strange sort of day. 

When the "Golf Sun?" text arrives on Mr. Grumpy's mobile he thinks DJ is taking the piss...but no, there's a game on and Mr. Grumpy joins up with Nance to take on Stan and Fat-Boy on a morning which is less cold than expected. However, it's all on temps and there's still enough ice and snow around to close holes 13 to 16 inclusive which means the plucky four have to double up on holes 1 to 4 whilst using the 13 to 16 par ratings and stroke indices. If you follow what I mean.

At the sandwiches Fat-Boy and Stan have a useful lead, but two consecutive holed putts from 20 yards plus on 10 and 11 from Nance starts the fight back that leads to ultimate victory. Mind you, up to then Nance had contributed f**k all, if you'll pardon my French.

Several temporary greens adjacent to the stream resulted in a healthy number of ducks and Nance collects the camels. Individually Mr. Grumpy strengthens his claim on the Jack Shit Trophy - but there's a long way to go yet - and his day is all but ruined by a disaster in the Black Country derby and by Wales winning a rugby match.

