Mark is 90 years old, he's played golf every day since his retirement 35 years ago, one day he arrives home 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 can't see where it went."
His wife sympathises and makes him a cup of tea, as they sit down she says, "Why don't you take your old mate Kevin, and give it one more try."
"That's no good" sighs Mark, "Kevin's a hundred and three. He can't help."
"He may be a hundred and three", says Mark's wife, "but his eyesight is perfect."
So the next day Mark heads off to the golf course with Kevin, he tees up, takes a mighty swing and squints down the fairway, he turns to Kevin and says, "Did you see the ball?"
"Of course I did!" replied Kevin. "I have perfect eyesight".
"Where did it go?" says Mark.
"I don't remember."
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