Palm sunday

 I drove up to Feilding. The roads were surprisingly quiet. I attended Mass with my fiancee and went to Orlando's country club for lunch. We sat outside and as we chatted I watched family groups having a go at the driving range. It's a bitch; as they have to tee over a lake to a grassy area with a big basket to catch the balls that are struck right. One dad, and what I presume to be a brother, were quite good. They had with them what looked like a young daughter or niece, among other females. My heart went out to her as they wouldn't just let her have a go but rapped their arms around the little 12 year old slender blond obsessively to show her tips on how to hold the club. Her face gave away her frustration and embarrassment. 

Got home about four and practiced the cello.

Have fun, why not, if you haven't been to confession or Mass you are probably going to hell.