Well we tried golf again. This time in the lovely town of Margaret River, deep in the Western Oz wine country. LOTS of roos on the course but so what, they're cute. Trouble number one is they seem to love sand traps and it seems I found one one the 6th fairway. Damn roo wouldn'tmove and these are the big red ones that the sign says are dangerous. What a mess. Yeah I finally shooed him away but things went downhill after that.
I've seen Sheryl play a lot of golf but this was the first time she ever took a 13. Yep, a 13. Bet you would have too as it seems to be mating season just now for these romantic roos. Every time she was about to hit, Mr. Roo would go chasing after his lady friend, right across the green. Then, and this is disgusting, as she hacked her way up the fairway Mr. Roo finally subdueed his little love mate and every time Sheryl was about to hit this ARRRRHUUMP ARRHUMP noise would accompany his excited moments and the noise would shake the trees, not to mention our nerves. Can you just imagine Steve Williams telling them to shut up?
It was continuous, most annoying and quite frankly I was an emotional wreck after 9 holes. There is a 9 holes joke there, but I'll let you make up you own.
What a day.
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