I am sitting in a French Hotel on a golf course and watching…well, yes, some golf, but mainly the clouds! It could be anywhere in the UK with this weather!
Why? We are on Hubby’s first official golf refereeing trip. He is, I think, the only R&A referee here. We are at St.Omere in Northern France which is so close to home we over shot it last night! I blame His crappy SatNav and the fact we are used to getting off the Channel Tunnel train and having to schlep it down to the South of France ( not for 6years tho! OMG how time has flown!). The hotel is comfortable if utilitarian- friends had warned me about it so I dutifully packed a kettle, tea, milk, iron etc…but no mugs!! So no tea first thing this morning! I shall be purchasing a couple of mugs shortly!!!
So, Hubby has just gone for his induction to the course, and sweetly asked if he could go alone, bless him! I think he is a wee bit nervous although he isn’t ref’ing today…it’s the Pro-Am. Also the second in command seems to direct all his comments to me instead of Him, so it’s best if I’m out of the way! I am prepared for this- a pile of mags, books on this iPad as well as in reality ( what do we now call real books? Just paper books?) I have my YogaPaws&Toes so I can do yoga without a mat…oh yes, I’ve got all the gadgets! ( just no tea mugs!)
In a way I feel like the spare part. You know, the girlfriend at the boys weekend away? I am the only wife here I think, as most of the other refs are professional ones…hubby still has a full time job…well, he has to keep me in my little treats! Teehee!
So why did I come? Because he asked me to! I think it makes him feel a little calmer, or less lonely, and I am grateful for that. We see little enough of each other during a normal week, and it’s getting less as he and Son play more and more golf together…they go in for competitions so I don’t get to play as well…I will be rectifying this, never fear!
So back to today. Breakfast was interesting people-watching! The young professionals chowing down, quietly at first, casually dressed ( one in denim shorts…perhaps only a British Golfer would understand the shock!), each nationality at its own table. Then the referees slowly came in, some had already been out starting the competition. The noise level rose.