|The green, green grass of home. Window seat (F) offered|
the best views of one of my favourite Irish courses.
How do you know when you're addicted to golf?
Let me count the ways...
There are two obvious answers:
1. Whenever you walk in a park, walk past a park, see a field, stand in a garden or just glimpse a small sliver of green between some trees, you ask yourself: what club would I hit here?
2. Whenever you're flying somewhere, you want a window seat so you can look out and spot golf courses on take-off and landing.
There are dozens of others of course - I have noticed that every jacket and pair of trousers I own is now guaranteed to have at least one tee lurking in a pocket (that, and a dog biscuit) - so if you feel like contributing, let's hear how you know you're addicted to golf.
|It'll be her dog biscuit, so ask nicely.|