When you
were a kid, there was always that one toy your parents hated wasn't there,
whether it be the tatty old teddy you took everywhere with you, the Thomas the
tank engine that learn how to fly, the football that repeatedly ruined next doors hydrangea etc etc… in the short mans case we have the curse of the bouncy hopper. Though to be honest the broadly grinning evil face on the front
of thing should give away the heart of darkness lurking within that bloated air filled belly. One bounce to far and
whoops there’s a fractured collar bone! An incident which put paid to any golf for nearly
two months. Though on the flip side, the weathers been a little to rough for a game round our way so he’s not been missing out that much.. Now with only a
week left before the competition season starts and a (hopefully) healed collar
bone we wait to see what he’s got up his (thermal) sleeve…Well win or lose we
hope he does his best, has fun and finds time to come out with a few more words of ‘Short man’
wisdom…
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