In chapter 4 I left you with an image of me on the eve of my Senior Professional Golf Career…stuck in the women's toilet at Concord Golf Club. Sorry if you were about to sit down for a nice family dinner….. the saga continues-

I quickly duck my head down, pick up my trousers and try to hide my size 13 Niblicks. Another peek over the door tells me Sandra and I aren't the only ones in the toilet. The cubicle two down is also engaged. Timing is now critical and when I hear a flush, I wait for our guest to leave. Another flush tells me she is having a problem so I take a punt, tip toe out of there and discretely make my way straight to the room  which has a silhouette of a man wearing a top hat on the door. Safe and sound I almost feel relaxed until I hear a male voice saying “Is Larry Canning in hear… he’s on the bloody tee!”… chapter 6 coming soon.