The Weekend Begins

Woke this morning – well, stiff and uncomfortable, and not in a pleasant way – the vaccinations did a bit of a number on me, and this morning felt like aches and shocks all through my kidneys, liver, back, upper thighs and arms – which made driving Small to her riding lesson a bit of an adventure.

view of the TopGolf range with target zones visible

A view over the range

With rain forecast for the afternoon, we opted not to do anything too outrageous and so decided to treat ourselves with an afternoon at TopGolf, just outside Addlestone in Surrey. Being mostly under cover – at least in the driving range – we could ignore the gathering clouds and get on with our games.

The exercise, and flow of soft drinks, seem to have helped me shake off the lingering grimness at least – and being the competitive souls that we are, no mercy was offered or granted – with Lady M winning her fair share and all of us getting a little bemused at some of the flukes that we managed to pull off between us.

As the rain and stronger winds kicked in though we called it an afternoon and went home. Geekery won out as ever, with PCs and consoles seeing heavy use until the early evening – I’m working my way through Dishonored on the XBox – where we reconvened for food and recorded tv. Tomorrow’s forecast looks a bit brighter, so not sure where we’ll end up. My money’s on somewhere with rollercoasters (surprise, surprise)

About Tim Maidment

Writer, House Husband, Library Person, Raconteur, Poly, Queer and Bon Vivant. You were expecting something simple?
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