A SEASONED golfer was practising his putting at the club, but he wasn't having a good time. He had missed several putts in succession when he heard chuckling behind him.
Angrily turning around, he saw a chimney sweep, complete with bag of rods, trying to contain his mirth at the failures of the golfer.
Well, if you can do any better, let's see it', he said, offering the putter to the sweep. Refusing the putter, the sweep selected a sweeping rod from his bag, placed the ball right on the distant edge of the green, eyed the hole, and sunk the putt in one.
'Well, I must admit that was a marvellous putt, ' said the golfer. 'In fact, I've never seen better In all my days, what's your handicap, old man?
The sweep slid the rod back into his bag and, as he turned on his heel, answered: 'Central heating!'