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Press, 13 December 1982, Page 41

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IN THE ROUGH

There has always been some doubt as to whether a golfer should be expected to take on the added burden of wedlock; the only argument in favour of what could be termed a cruel dual role being the continuation of the golfing breed. Nevertheless it is amazing the number of wives who refuse to fully appreciate the strain their Jekyll-and-Hyde spouses are under and make little effort to understand their superficially incomprehensive actions. A visitor to a certain North Canterbury golf club was recently observed feverishly buying up raffle tickets. It transpired his reason for purchasing so many was his ardent and admirable desire to win something to take home as reconcilliation to his estranged spouse. The previous evening had been a distressing disappointing affair. With the happiness of his beloved ever on his mind, he had taken her to an hotel, found a secluded table for two, then, ensuring she was comfortably settled, made his way to the bar for her drink. While waiting for the barman’s attention he was boisterously greeted by two old friends who insisted he drink with them, refusing to listen to his excuses. It just so happened that the barman at the moment was serving his two friends. And good manners forbade

he ignore the froth brimmed glass he had thrust into his hand. They had not seen each other for some days and there was much news to catch up on. It came to his shout, he shouted, they had another amicable round, and then it was unanimously agreed they depart for the home of one of his friends. They drove off in the two cars. The evening was going fine when all of a shivering sudden the sledge hammer fell. His WIFE. Instantly, after hurriedly explaining over a newly filled glass, how he had left his wife back at the pub; he dashed away, driving straight to the pub. But a frantic search proved fruitless. Sacrificing the rest of the evening he left for home. The house was in darkness, he rushed inside and through to their bedroom where he found his wife supposedly asleep. His soft endearing whispers of commiseration failed to rouse her. Sadly he undressed and went to his lonely bed. In the morning his wife was strangely silent, his explanation and apologies fell on sullen ears. Her little lips uttered no words of forgiveness or understanding. Crestfallen he gathered his clubs and drove away to golf. So there he was, poor man, forlornly playing with fate to win a prize with which to recoup his lady’s favour.