Seven

'Do you blog?' I asked.
Nina looked away at the passing trees. 'No.'

So much for that one.

I pulled up at the edge of the fairway and pulled a five iron out of Nina's hire bag. I rested the head on the ground and let the handle angle into my thigh and demonstrated the two handed grip. Nina got it fairly quickly and we moved onto the swing. After sixteen air swings she clubbed the ball somewhere nearer the flag and we eventually hacked our way to the green.

Mike's cart was parked behind the manicured oval of grass but there was no sign of Mike or Lisa. I signalled for the group waiting to tee off to play through and we went in search of our friends.

'Mike! You lost your ball again?'
We heard a giggle coming from the long grass behind a cluster of hedges.
'Not yet,' said Mike. More giggles.

I shook my head. Please don't say it.
'I'm going for a hole in one.'
He said it.
'Mike!' whinged Lisa in mock shock.

'Shall we come over there and watch now or catch it later on the net?' I asked. Nina and I slowly walked away. 'Okkaaaaaaaaaaay, this isn't awkward at all.'

Chapter Eight