Swinging Star

Played my last golf of the year today; new bag, new putter, same old! Started out like a train, finished like a train crash. But the putter felt good - maybe next year’s magic wand?
Swung past big sis on the way home to drop off ‘lost’ glasses and a slab of Christmas cake (and to warm up over coffee and shortbread obviously) then home to try some of the cake myself. Mmmm, not sure, not my usual boozy beast at all. Still, it tastes pretty good.