The lesson, I guess, is that when it comes to annoyance, the annoyee is often just as much the problem as the annoyer. A character in one of P.G. Wodehouse's marvelous stories claimed to have been distracted before a poor shot by "the uproar of butterflies in an adjoining meadow." I doubt those butterflies were really very loud. It's all just a matter of coping.
Fortunately, we didn't have to deal with any annoyances or annoying golfers during our traditional Doughty 500 golf outing on Thursday in Ladysmith. Our foursome--Josh, Aidan, Jay (he's not annoying, he's my brother), and yours truly--enjoyed beautiful weather and a fun if not proficient nine holes of hacking.
