A piss-poor turn out of only 3 Muffins, but in their defence, others had already played on both Good Friday and Easter Saturday with varying degrees of success i.e. none at all. Nance in particular was seeking the opportunity for redemption following a bleak couple of days and phoenix-like, rose from the ashes. 

Thus, no team match and only three individuals which looked likely to be reduced to two when a buggy arrives half-way down the 14th fairway with a message for Stan to "phone home" much in the manner of ET.

There's a nervous few moments while Nance produces the mobile from which Stan can talk to Mrs Stan. 

No, it's not Stan's mother who's suffered a collapse but "Riley" the family dog who's turned his head to the right but owing to a touch of arthritis cannot now return it to the straight ahead position.  There's not a lot Stan can do from this distance other than dispense sympathy and suggest that the bowl of Pedigree Chum is repositioned 90 degrees off centre. 

Having already shelled out £100 in vet's fees earlier in the week Stan can ill-afford 10 camels, a duck and a £4 loss, but since when have the Muffins shown any level of sympathy where fines are concerned?

Nance heads affairs for the second week running and maintains a 100% average score and Mr. Grumpy chases him home.