The weekend's successes are beginning to resemble a dead-cat bounce on my graph.
And now it looks like my wife has just failed to get a job she really wanted in a photo finish.We're very lucky people who count our blessings daily, but this year is really trying my patience.
Still, tomorrow I'm off to Brighton for my annual “forget you're 40odd and act like a big kid” shindig with old work colleagues. If that doesn't cheer me up nothing will. It means no postings until Sunday at the earliest.
Not much to suggest today I'm afraid. I think I'll play Calculaite win and place, but an untested novice chaser from a trainer awaiting his first winner of the season is no horse for the Challenge.
No comments:
Post a Comment