A Touch of Blue

It was a cracking morning; warmish, windless, even a blue sky, so perfect for golf. Unfortunately the message didn’t reach my brain! Won the first hole, lost every other, ended up with my worst points score of the year (so far). What a muppet.
Never mind, home for a Chinese dumpling making session, S having prepared the filling while I was out ‘enjoying myself’. And the knack came back almost immediately as we knocked out 100 dumplings in no time at all, now frozen and bagged up and waiting on a dipping sauce!
Then out to the tenpin for a singles match where surely my sporting prowess could re-emerge from the dark. Alas and alack, it stayed deep in the shadows.