He turned and stared at me, and nearly ran us into the bank.
“You don’t mean honestly she said that?”
“She said you said it was better than St. Andrews.”
“So I did. Was that all she said I said?”
“Well, wasn’t it enough?”
“She didn’t happen to mention that I added the words, ‘I don’t think’?”
“No, she forgot to tell me that.”
“It’s the worst course in Great Britain.”
I felt rather stunned, don’t you know. Whether it’s a bad habit to have got into or not, I can’t say, but I simply can’t do without my daily allowance of golf when I’m not in London.
I took another whirl at the silver lining.