Day 171 - Chicken Counting

Another Friday, another Club match: this time the opposition were the men of Foxhills.  My partner of the day was Roger, a fellow oil man, and an Australian to boot. We were very good and did not discuss the cricket...much....  Our opponents were charming and proved to be wonderful guests: they allowed us to play our game and play our game we did.

A while back, I learned a lovely piece of golfing doggerel:

Golf and gloating do not mix,
So, if you win by seven and six,

Apologise for what you've done,

And write it down as two and one!

And I have quoted it to a number of people in the interim but had not yet used it for real. Well, today, we won by 2 & 1...

A good golf carvery followed the game and it wasn't long before I was back home to watch the end of the second day of the Ashes at Trent Bridge. For a while it seemed as if the match might be over in two days (two days!) but bad light at the end of the day put paid to that idea.  

It will be very surprising if England do not seal their series victory tomorrow, but let's not count our chickens...