G is very industrious. Instead of paying to have his clubs regripped, he decided to do it himself. He watched a few videos on youtube, ordered some new grips from eBay, and next thing you know … our lounge became a regripping studio overnight.
I won't show you the in-between messy bits, but, suffice to say, there was a lot of grunting, complaining, excess tape and clever-use-of-couch-in-the-absence-of-a-vice-grip-ness! I was quite impressed, actually. Although, I do have license to tease him non-stop because he chose white golf grips (pictured above).
That was yesterday. In fact, we had planned to go to Westminster Abbey, but luck was on G's side because all lines leading to Westminster were down for planned closures:
Most people would not suffer defeat; they'd get on a bus from Central London and travel for hours on windy-routes. But I wasn't up for it. So instead of Westminster, we headed to Oxford Street for a bit of a ramble. And then we pizza-d and Movie-d. And today, we headed to City Limits, the driving range smack-bang in the middle of the city.
I liked the pointing-hand signs and the over-green astro-turf which was layered across the driving range. This driving range is surrounded by tall buildings … can't imagine working next to a place like this! I'd be terrified that a stray ball would hit my high-rise window!
This is something that is entirely new to me. These driving ranges all have Ball Dispensers – you enter a code, insert a card or pop in a token, and the machine counts the number of balls you've paid for and dispenses them below. NOTE: It's up to you to make sure that you put a bucket underneath the dispenser. It should say that somewhere.
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He asked me to film his golf swing for later analysis. I'm sure you don't want to see all of those. So here is one image – you get the gist. He thought he was very funny playing pinball with the other balls lined up along the back wall. Actually, I think he likes to show off his golf swing whenever we go out to places like these…he can always hit it further and more accurately than his driving-range counterparts. Aaaaanway.It just so happens that the driving range is really quite close to Spitalfields market, so I went a-walking.
I bought this postcard for Sarah as a birthday card. I thought she'd enjoy the humour.
I bought this postcard because I thought it was hilarious. G warned against putting it up here, but that's why this is my online journal: so if you don't like it, don't laugh at it. 😀
I also bought a pretty tea-stained canvas brooch. I really like this shop – Naughty Rutty. They have a stall in Spitalfields and they make humorous and simple accessories using esteemed portraits of persons such as Mary Queen of Scots or King Henry VIII. This particular design appealed to my inner-Disney-Princess:
Ho-hum. See the resemblance?
This is a close-up of a scarf I bought for Robyn … tiny crocheted roses hanging from a cream-and-pale-yellow lace ensemble.
And this is a close-up of Mom's scarf. It's light grey lace with matching pom-poms.
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