Paphos People

Arthur is 90 years old and has played golf every day since his retirement 25 years ago. One day he arrives home looking downcast.
"That's it," he tells his wife, "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has got so bad. Once I've hit the ball, I can't see where it went."
His wife sympathises, and makes him a cuppa. As they sit down she says, "Why don't you take my brother with you, and give it one more try."
"That's no good," sighs Arthur, "Your brother's 103 years old. He can't help."
"He may be a 103," says the wife, but his eyesight is still perfect."
So the next day Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes an almighty swing, whacks the ball and then squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law and asks. "Did you see the ball?"
"Of course I did!" came the reply
"Where did it go?" asks Arthur.
"I can't remember!"

Molly