So no Munich for me this week – the German Government introduced a two week quarantine period for all Jocks arriving into the country from Scotland after the 7pm last Friday – exactly 11 hours before I was due to fly. They must have been nervous about admitting the kilted golfer..
Instead of packing, I spent Friday night cancelling hotel and hire car bookings and flights. How did I feel about that you’re thinking…angry, pissed off, disappointed having worked for the week to get my game ready. Then I thought, as part of the impact of this virus, me not getting to Germany matters not a jot in the greater scheme of things. That was only after I had enjoyed a rant about all these over spilling pubs raising the positive test rate meaning I couldn’t go to Germany. Irrational I know but hey there you have it…the bottle of red took the edge off it.
The upside is that I can now play in the first of the Paul Lawrie Tartan Pro Tour one day events at Portlethen on Thursday. Looking forward to it and getting my game ready.
Then it’s hopefully down to Richmond on Thames a week on Friday for a ProAm and two day tournament.
Will let you know how I go…
Ohh nooo! No good beer unfortunately. The germans were too scared to let you play.
Keep smiling and drink wine.
I know, extreme lengths to keep me away! Will do and I’m trying my best with the wine!