Day 133 - Beware the Injured Golfer

Up bright and early to play a Vets match at Worplesdon. Glorious day outside, everything fine and dandy...until calamity struck: water and bathroom tiles do not mix.... and I slipped and fell heavily. I knew something wasn't quite right with my left wrist, but it seemed to move ok, so decided not to let anyone down and headed off to the golf club.

Worplesdon was looking splendid and the course was in excellent condition. At least we were playing St Andrews Greensomes (both players drive after which players alternate with one taking the second shots on the odd and the other on the even holes), so I wouldn't have to play a full round.

My partner Andrew and I lost the first hole and all looked a bit bleak. We won the second however, using our shot, and then halved every hole until the half way point. Up to then I had been driving very well (but always within myself to protect my left hand) and indeed this carried on. By the time we got to the 15th hole, we had recorded a score of just two over par (with 3 birdies), as indeed had our opponents... but as they were giving us 5 shots this meant that we had won by 5&3!  Beware the injured golfer indeed...

After lunch, my left hand started to look increasingly swollen, so my next stop was the Accident & Emergency department of St Peters (back there again....). A series of XRays followed, which thankfully showed that nothing had been broken. The hand though is looking seriously inflated, so I am not sure when I shall next get a golf glove on it...

The evening was dedicated to a cultural pursuit: a lecture on the works of Inigo Jones and his buildings. This was given by a certain Dr Laurence Shafe, who clearly knew so much on the subject that he struggled to fit his talk into the time allotted...  Now where is the Ibuprofen gel?