A Brief Break From Petey's Wedding

Since I was in Scotland for Petey's wedding I thought I might take a brief break before the festivities to make a trip up to Turnberry, to catch a little of the British Open golf tournament.

AirFiona is back in action, although I think the autopilot system needs a little adjusting. I programmed it to set me down on the old landing strip used by the Royal Air Force in World War II. I ended up, however, finding myself a little off course, and heading straight for Ailsa Craig!!!!


Luckily, a kindly seeker of curling stones was able to give me a ride to the mainland.


And thanks to Petey's Highly Competent Concierge Service (well, Mostly Competent - they did let Mango drive, after all...but I wasn't in that car, so who am I to make waves?), who have all been dedicated to making sure that all of his guests have the Best Time Possible at his wedding, I got Special Privileges at the British Open.

Given the number of lost balls on the course, Tom Watson decided that having a part-retriever at his side would help him in case of emergency.


Listening to my advice, Tom slathered his golf balls in bacon grease, and I was able to locate all of his errant shots. (Okay, so I let the officials and volunteers help, but in the dicey moments, the smell of bacon made sure that he hasn't lost a ball since I arrived!)

I also got to help him read his putts, given that I've got Superior Eyesight.

And yet again I think I did a spectacular job. (In all fairness to Mr. Watson, he was able to putt the ball where I told him to, so it wasn't just me, but a combination of my eagle eyes and his precise execution.)

We make such a great team that I didn't even have to be in the grandstand on the 18th hole.


I don't know if I'll be able to stick around for his round tomorrow - after all, I am in Scotland for Petey's wedding. But if I can sneak away for a little bit, I'll be back to help Mr. Watson in the final round. Because if he wins, I'll bet that he'll let me pose with the Claret Jug!

I'll keep you posted. (And thanks again, Petey's Concierges for getting me the Primo Job at the British Open!)

*kissey face*
-Fiona