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Practice, practice

 I played golf this week, the second time in a year so you can imagine the results.  I used to play a lot before I switched to tennis, and I wasn't too bad at it although I was never going to win anything.  The advantages of tennis is that it takes 3 hours at the most, it is invigorating because of all the running and we can play in all weathers - indoor courts.  Golf, I find, is exhausting, even though it is just walking around with a trolley, stopping occasionally to hit a ball.  It takes hours to get round the course and if you are like me you only  play in good weather.  Golfers tell me that you can play golf into your nineties.  Well, I read about a Ukranian who is 93 and still plays tennis.  He said the war was not going to stop him.

All my neighbours have cats and one has dogs.   'Don't you have a cat?' they ask.  Well no I don't.  It is not because I dislike them, I have had dogs before, but they are a tie and I don't want to pick up their faeces from the street or nurse them when they are sick but  I can look after  babies and children whatever they do.  So  I simply smile and say I travel too often to have pets and that always seems to have satisfied them as they say, 'so you like animals then' and I hastily reply, 'oh yes of course.'  Now what do  I say to my neighbour who has told me that she would happily look after my cat while I go away?

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