Now where did I put my mojo?

 As I have documented previously in this blog and, for those of you who follow me, on Twitter, my golf has been a bit ropey of late. To be perfectly honest, I've been less than happy with it since Easter although I've only truly acknowledged the scraping of the barrel over the last couple of months. Prior to that, I was writing off bad rounds as one of those things and the next one will be fine whereas, in reality, I was in significant danger of falling out of love with the game. To paraphrase Austin Powers, I'd lost my mojo.

 

Thankfully, it would appear that I have taken a bit of control and, if the evidence of my last two rounds are anything to go by, my mojo was actually at the bottom of my bag all along.