I haven't played golf for a while as I've been too busy but this week I had a few days holiday so I played golf with the seniors yesterday.
I ended up playing with Arthur. He is 90 years old!
He's played golf nearly every day since his retirement 25 years ago.
His wife asked me to look after him. She told me that last week he arrived home looking downcast.
"That's it," he told her. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has got so bad. When I hit the ball, I can't see where it goes."
His wife sympathised. When they sat down, she made a suggestion: "Why don't you take my brother with you, and give it one more try?"
"That's no good," sighed Arthur. "Your brother is a hundred and three. He can't help."
"He may be a hundred and three," said the wife, "but he still has 20/20 vision."
So the next day, Arthur headed off to the golf course with his brother-in-law.
He teed up, took an almighty swing, and looked down the fairway.
He turned to the brother-in-law and said. "Did you see the ball?"
"Of course I did!" said the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight."
"Where did it go?" asked Arthur.