The bowls club.
Went up to the bowling green with J after school.
There was nobody there but the greenkeeper who'd just finished mowing and was about to leave.
He didn't recognise me and asked if I was a member, and I had to admit I hadn't actually given Marion or Karen the actual money yet... But on hearing their names he was reassured.
Turns out Jack can't really hold the bowls, they're simply too big for his hands, so after a bit of messing trying to find a grip that'd work about he just watched me, occasionally being a helpful crane to lift the bowls to my hand, or a pet pterodactyl, or I'd have to bowl through his legs to make him dance. Even without these distractions I was a bit rubbish, though I did land a bowl dead on the jack 3 or 4 times (in about 40 ends).
At one point a fairly old and rather deaf chap turned up to inspect the fixtures list, so I asked him about Monday's match. They went all the way up to Keighley to lose 10-0. Hmmm.
They're at home next Monday, I think I'll go up and find somebody to pay my membership fee to.
If it's not raining.