Woken in the early hours of last night by a crashing noise. Went searching round the house in some trepidation to find a bag of golf clubs had fallen down in the storeroom. Got back to sleep wondering why they had chosen that time to fall and wake us up.
Switching on the mobile phone this morning; a single message advised the death in the early hours of a good friend and lifelong GOLFER from Knutsford Cheshire UK, whom we had only met through golf.
TELEPATHY OR WHAT?
