Sunday December 9th dawns dank and dismal. It's persisting down again and certainly not the conditions for lily-livered nancy boys, so accordingly only Fat-Boy, Turbo, Nance and Mr. Grumpy splosh their way to the 1st tee. The Chief Tosser juggles the spheroids and selects Nance as his partner. As the fairways are soaked and the greens have patches of casual water, all anticipate a beneficial outcome on their handicaps. There are also areas that resemble The Baseball Ground or Loftus Road in the 1970's but it's 'millionaires golf' as strangely there seem to be few other members out and about, aside from one sad git who's spotted playing up the 6th in a downpour on his tod. 

The lack of custom also means a lack of sandwiches, so even the respite of the hut on the 10th tee is denied our 4 heroes. It's not an especially close game and Nance and Fat-Boy take the £4. Individually, Nance accumulates 36 points followed by Mr. Grumpy on 34. Fat-Boy collects 10 camels and a duck, Nance and Turbo also have ducks, to which Turbo adds a couple of OOBs. All in all a less than satisfactory morning but hey, it's better than being lumbered with jobs around the house. Despite the inclement weather, a member who should probably be in panto in Arbroath is also present. 