Arthur is 90 years old. He's played golf every jour since his retirement 25 years ago. One jour he arrives accueil looking downcast. "That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has become so bad that once I hit the ball I couldn't see where it went."
His wife sympathises and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says, "Why don't toi take my brother with toi and give it one plus try."
"That's no good" sighs Arthur, "your brother's a hundred and three. He can't help."
"He may be a hundred and three", says the wife, "but his eyesight is perfect."
So the suivant jour Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty balançoire, swing and squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law and says, "Did toi see the ball?"
"Of course I did!" replied the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight".
"Where did it go?" says Arthur.
"I don't remember."
His wife sympathises and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says, "Why don't toi take my brother with toi and give it one plus try."
"That's no good" sighs Arthur, "your brother's a hundred and three. He can't help."
"He may be a hundred and three", says the wife, "but his eyesight is perfect."
So the suivant jour Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty balançoire, swing and squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law and says, "Did toi see the ball?"
"Of course I did!" replied the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight".
"Where did it go?" says Arthur.
"I don't remember."