Clubhouses … on the subject of.
I think you’ll admit that when it comes to clubhouses these golfing types know a thing or two. Watkins, my part-time gardener and social events secretary, reminded me of an old golfing proverb the other day.
“It is not the club in your life that matters but the life in your club.”
Bloody silly if you ask.me Absolute codswallop. Pure jibberish. Anyway, the 1951 Club does boast an exclusive clubhouse itself.
It is a glorious edifice is it not. Architect designed and built to last. It has recently been drawn to my attention that it is looking just a trifle neglected. So do any of you good folk out there have any practical ideas as to how we can spruce it up a bit ? Nothing drastic mind you. Just some jolly good old fashioned tender loving care. Watkins has dutifully volunteered to do all the donkey work. I will be standing by with a first-aid kit in hand, together with a hip-flask of medicinal brandy in case of accidents. Please will you be so kind as to place your suggestions in the box provided.