Arthur is 90 years old.

Hes played golf every day since his retirement 25 years ago.

One day he arrives home looking downcast. "Thats it", he tells his wife. "Im giving up golf. My eyesight has got so bad.... once Ive hit the ball, I cant see where it went."

His wife sympathises, and makes him a cuppa.

As they sit down she says, "Why dont you take my brother with you, and give it one more try".

"Thats no good" sighs Arthur. "Your brothers a hundred and three. He cant help".

"He may be a hundred and three", says the wife, " but his eyesight is perfect".

So the next day Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law.

He tees up, takes an almighty swing and squints down the fairway.

He turns to the brother-in-law. "So ?, Did you see the ball?"

"Of course I did!"

"Where did it go?" says Arthur.

"I cant remember".