The morning after the day before and i wake up with the thought of yesterdays loses at the front of my mind half hoping it was just a sick dream but within a few moments realising it was just another sick day at the office. Well its a new day and a new week and as they say no point crying over spilled milk.

The missus decided it was good for me to get out of the house and go do something that wasn’t anything to do with poker or hospitals but this didn’t include the pub so i opted for an afternoon game of golf. Driving up to the course the sun was shining with clear blue sky’s with no breeze perfect golf conditions. Also on a Monday at the Royton golf course it’s dead thus you get the course virtually to yourself-perfect. So we walk up to the first tee to see a group of four elder women on the first fairway playing golf in their special way- ie hit the ball twenty yards, stop to chat, spend 5 minutes looking for the ball that they have now stood on, followed by more chat as they discuss the rules- repeat this situation 10 times over 18 holes and you have a wonder 3 day golf round. To add to this the blue sky’s turned black, the still air turned in to a gale force wind and hail stone the size of marbles began to fall- this was not stress relieve!! To finish it off my play was far worse than its ever been and believe me i hit rock bottom at golf many moons ago!!!!!!! Bloody golf!

After an afternoon like this poker was going to be a doddle. As with my current run at the moment the poker gods bent me over and spent the afternoon doing illegal things to me but somehow at the end of this sadistic sickness i came out with a much needed winning day- just the one buy in- but a win all the same!