Day Off.

[Roger Kettle]

The sun is shining, I've finished the work I had to do this morning and I'm off to play golf. I feel a good score coming on. (I may, or may not, tell you exactly what that score was when I get back). Anyway, I would now like to be known as Tiger Kettle. Or Darling. Whatever comes easier.

[The Peepmaster]

Anyway, I would now like to be known as Tiger Kettle.

I was thinking more Pussy Cat Frying Pan myself.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

How was the golf, Kitten?

[Fyodor]

Just fine and dandy, thanks, Poppet.

[Roger Kettle]

As  predicted, I was stunning. My golf sparkled like the sun itself. Fyodor was his usual entertaining self and provided the highlight of the day with his tee shot at the 12th hole. His ball arched majestically towards the right half of the fairway before continuing it's flight across the main Dundee to Arbroath road, narrowly missing the 77a bus, and ending up in an adjacent field. "F-f-f-fancy that", he said.

[Mince]

My golf sparkled like the sun itself.

Bloody overcast days. Makes you want to emigrate to Spain.

[Fyodor]

As  predicted, I was stunning. My golf sparkled like the sun itself. Fyodor was his usual entertaining self and provided the highlight of the day with his tee shot at the 12th hole. His ball arched majestically towards the right half of the fairway before continuing it's flight across the main Dundee to Arbroath road, narrowly missing the 77a bus, and ending up in an adjacent field. "F-f-f-fancy that", he said.

73A bus.