On Wednesday, I'm going for a game of golf with my dad.
We both know he won't be around for too much longer. He's now 71 years old, and although the old bugger is still as strong as an ox, things are bound to go downhill over the next decade.
Having been at loggerheads with each other for years on end, we've both made a real effort to sort things out in recent years, and I'm happy to be able to spend a few hours smacking little white balls around with him.
I sort of know how to do it, but I've never really played an actual round, so I'm not expecting to be any good, but that's not really the point.