Sarah went shopping today. I went golfing. May I be slightly more realistic? I may? Oh good. Here goes: Sarah went buying today. I went to a field, gave some of my money away, and then hit a ball with some sticks of varying size for two hours. I believe Sarah came home with a product of some sort. I came home, I’m reasonably sure, less skilled at golf than I was before I left. Let’s just forget the whole day.