Tee-time-up
In from work and I'm greeted by an over-excited 5 year-old, Hubby. 'Look what I've bought, a sombrero for the golfing weekend.' Apparently they are all going to dress-up in national costumes for one round.
After dinner and its, 'I'm just 'nipping' out for an hour to discuss the golfing weekend.'
So far it's three and a half hours later and my own Tiger Woods has yet to return.
Am I becoming, or have I already achieved the title of 'Golf Widow'?