âOh do put a sock in it, young man! Kelly, find my brolly.â
Kelly nipped inside the caravan and came out with a very fancy spotty umbrella. She aimed it at a stone with a nifty little swing.
âWatch it, Kelly! Maybe that umbrellaâs a bit fragile.â
âLetâs play golf instead of cricket,â said Kelly, giving another stone a whack. Then she squealed, her pony-tail waving like a flag as she jumped up and down.
â
I
know! Letâs go and play Crazy Golf. Letâs, letâs, letâs!â
âHow can you play Crazy Golf now, dear? Itâs nearly dark,â said Mum, looking at her watch. âOh my goodness, weâd better be getting back to the hotel.â
âNo, one of the kids on the site told me, you can play it by floodlight. Oh
please
!â
âNo, I donât really thinkââ Mum started.
âJust one quick round. And itâs on us,â said Dad.
Thereâd been a lot of adult argy-bargy about who was paying for the pizzas. Kellyâs mumâs boyfriend Dave had won. Mum was mega-fussed about it, so she couldnât reallyback out of the Crazy Golf idea, seeing as it was now our treat.
There was just one problem. One huge enormous disastrous drawback.
âIâve never played Crazy Golf!â I said.
âNeither have I â but itâs great,â said Kelly.
âHave you played Crazy Golf, Biscuits?â I asked.
âNope. Like the sound of Crazy. Not too nuts about the Golf bit though,â said Biscuits, easing the waistband on his straining tracksuit trousers.
âWe all need a bit of exercise,â said Dad, patting his own tummy. He seized Kellyâs mumâs umbrella and did a fancy golf swing of his own.
âOooh, I can see weâve got an expert here,â said Kellyâs mum, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
Dad gave a silly laugh and then patted baby Keanu on the head. Keanu howled harder.
I felt like howling myself when we got to the Crazy Golf. It was brilliantly lit up by floodlight, with heaps of people playing. The course was huge, with little waterfalls trickling here and there, and all sorts of twisty bits and hidey holes and hillocks. There was a wide wall all the way round the course so thatpeople could peer over and gawp at the golfers.
Dad was a bit taken aback when he saw how much it was, but he said, swallowing hard, that heâd like tickets for seven players, him and Mum, Kellyâs mum and Kellyâs mumâs boyfriend Dave, Kelly herself and Biscuits and me.
â
And me!
â Dean said, outraged. âMe play too! I can play, canât I, Mum,
canât I
?â
âOf course you can play. Sorry, pal, I just didnât realize you were big enough,â said Dad.
âIâm
ever
so big,â said Dean, standing on tiptoe.
I was huddling up in horror.
âDad, just get seven tickets. I wonât play,â I said.
âWhat? Of course youâre playing, Tim,â said Dad.
âBut I donât want to,â I hissed. âI canât play Crazy Golf. Iâll be useless.â
âDonât be silly, Tim. Itâs
fun
,â said Dad.
Everyone else thought it was fun. We were all given golf clubs, big ones for the grown-ups, middley ones for Biscuits and Kelly and me, and a little one for Dean. He waved it above his head excitedly. It caught me on the chin. It hurt a
lot
but Dad gave me a warning glance and I couldnât say anything much.
Kelly had first go and she hit the ball so hard it whizzed right across the first green, hit the wall at the end, and went socking straight back to where sheâd started. I went bright red on her behalf but she just laughed.
âThat was just a practice shot!â she said, and had another go.
This time her aim was perfect. She hit the ball so that it whizzed up the little slope but slowed down in time so that it stopped almost on the edge of the hole.
âWow!
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