Back To The Grind A Week After A Day on the Golf Course.

Ah holidays holidays holidays are finally over and I had to face the fact that I had work this morning. I am in a job where I am a lone wolf so I have nobody to pick up the workload when I am away which means a busy few days when I get back to catch up.
So I was in a fowl mood yesterday knowing what awaited me on my return. But as always things were not too bad and everything is hunky dorey. A couple of leaks here or there but the whole scheme didn't cave in so everything is fine.
Someone once told me a bad days holidays is better than a good days work which I quite like. Although being on a flight with a one and 5 year old trying to keep them occupied is an exception to the rule. When the flight was done, everything was fine but I hate being that family on a plane that has a hysterical little kid that won't stop crying. Thank the lord for Peppa Pig and Cocomelon as they were my saviours. The little lad is obsessed with both and crying just stops when you turn on Peppa. She's a little bitch however as she fat shams Daddy pig so I am trying to wean the little lad onto nice cartoons but needs must. Back to work means getting back into routine which I like and I am able to get back into posts for rewards to feed my Splinterlands habit. I am also targeting a return to dolphinhood and that will stop @cryptoandcoffee moaning at me for disappearing for a year after the birth of my child. I can get back into the Lucksacks poker as well and win try and win a couple of Hive on a Sunday night. The thing about Hive is that there is so much to do on the platform apart from just posting. It's a whole web of things to read and do.

Whilst on holiday my father in law came with us and he organised a round of golf in a place called Vilasol. Nice golf resort. I had not played golf in a while as with the birth of the second I gave up. I wasn't that good in the first place. The father in law was rubbing his knees, booking Ubers, Booking clubs, booking bloody everything before we left. The day of the round, the Uber never turned up, we were late and barely made our tee off spot. So there's a lesson to be learned there. Never plan on holidays. Anyway I didn't play too bad until the bloody 9th. There is always water on the 9th hole in every course. Water and me don't get on in golf. It gets into your head. All you say to yourself is

"don't hit it in the water, don't hit it in the water.... don't hit it in the water".

A normal shot. 7 iron, 140 years. Don't hit it in the water.
Slap..........................Plop
In the fucking water.

I had purchased 3 golf balls for the round. Not many but I was confident that I wouldn't lose 3 as the course was wide open. If I had lost this one on the ninth I would have been down to 2. So I spotted it in the water looking up at me. The club wouldn't reach it so I had to do a Van der Weld on it and take off the shoes and socks. In I went. The water was really shallow. So I took a step in and it was fine. I could nearly reach my golf ball. I took another step forward. The sandy bottom came away. It was a fake bottom and my whole body went into the water. I managed to get the ball but I was soaked up to my nipples, The father in law was howling. I was soaked but the 30 degree sun would dry me off in 10 minutes. I had my ball. Fuck it. I'm on holiday. I laughed it off.
The drop zone to put my ball was before the water. I had 100 yards to hit. The father in law was still laughing. I didn't care about that. My mind was on the next shot and all that was going through it was

"Don't hit it in the water, don't hit it in the water.... don't hit it in the water".

It's a simple pitching wedge. I had never shanked or duffed my trusty pitching wedge. My pitch n putt days had gave me a handy grasp of the short game. I was still a pitch n putt player at heart.
This shot should be bread and butter. Here goes my pride.

Slap...........Plop.

Fuck my life. The ball was gone. There is a reason why I gave up the golf. I now had only 2 left for the back nine which was dotted with lovely lakes and streams through the holes. Luckily I managed to only lose one more and make it through the round but I realised that golf is so cerebral. It's all in the head. Golf spots weakness and stamps all over it. If something enters your head playing a round you are screwed. I was heading in the water as soon as I saw it. Didn't matter what I did. I still beat the father in law by a point in stapleford thank Christ which saved the embarrassment. Both of us were mentally weak that day. The thing about the father in law is it is all down to how he plays the 1st hole. If he does well then I was in for a beating. He will continue playing well. If he had a disaster on the 1st then he cannot come back from the disaster and he gets angry with himself so I had him in my pocket.

Someone once told me after I hit a shank.

"I have a tip for you."
"What is it?" I asked naively.
"Give it up for a couple of weeks."
"OK and then what?"
"Give it up altogether!!"

I took his advice so I am now an event golfer who plays once every quarter. My next round is in Waterford Castle in August so gonna see a shrink before then.

"It's the water I tells ya, the water!!!!"