Scottish Ladies Golfing Association AGM

The SLGA AGM was held in the Dewar's Centre in Perth on Saturday 16th January. There was a record attendance in which the P&K Clubs were extremely well represented.
The meeting ran very smoothly under the Chair of Shona Malcolm.
The highlights were the election of Catriona Matthew as Honorary Vice-President and the election to the Board of our very own past Captain Dawn Butchart  as the Boards nominee and county member Sandy Bushby who will complete our past President Liz Miskimmin's term of office.
We are privileged to have two new members from our County, they will be excellent ambassadors for P&K and both great assets on the Board.
I know all our members will join me in congratulating Dawn and Sandy and wishing them every success in their new venture.
Emma Wilson has been elected as new President and one other new Board member is Lorna Bennett both from Fife.
The full account of the AGM is available on the SLGA website http://www.slga.co.uk/ .

THE POWER OF THE WEE WHITE BALL!

With this awful weather we all are suffering from withdrawal symptoms so I thought this poem below would bring a little light relief! Enjoy

In My Hand I Hold A Ball,
White And Dimpled, Rather Small.
Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,
This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.
By It's Size I Could Not Guess,
The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.
My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same,
Since I Choose To Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End,
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
It Has Made Me Yell, Curse And Cry,
I Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises A Thing Called Par,
If I Can Hit It Straight And Far.
To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It Chooses.
It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
And Even Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have A Whim,
To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.
With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
If Only It Would Find The Hole.
It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
But The Ball Knows .... I'll Be Back Tomorrow

True, oh so very true.....