So this week I ... went to the driving range.

Golf: my mum would have loved me to have played golf (read $); my Granny is a champion at golf, you can't find a glass in her kitchen that isn't a trophy for a golf tournament; Jeremy, he loves to hit a ball around a nicely manicured park. I, I don't mind hitting the thing, but I couldn't care for 9 holes! So we went to the driving range and had the most wonderful time hitting the balls into oblivion despite where the flag was. The most fun for me was on the practice sand bunkers - you really have to bash it out of there. Maybe I'll try a few holes one day...