14 quid down the drain! its outragous. utilising the celerbrated svengali betting teknique of extrapilation the winner, by the quality of name coupled with the choice of colours and decided upon with various roles of the die, i not only failed to win, but managed to back every sort of mindless crippled horse that the day provided. in one race i bet on two horses, which acording to my “decision” dice would not only win but get some sort of record for the course. one decided early on in the race that it liked the view from behind, and that going any faster than a snail’s pace would be unwise. it finnished so far behind the others, i imagine it would have been faster if the jockey had got of and walked. the other which i pinned my hopes on had some sort of fit in the second lap, and was led away, to be put down i hope, the cursed beast!

any way a fun day was had by all.

Tan and Geoff arived back from op North; and James and Louise came for the day.

Basically, it’s a mug’s game, shovelling your money in the direction of the bookies. Betting on rank outsiders at long odds means your horse runs out of steam early on in the race and the result is less interesting than backing a favourite and being in with a chance right up to the nail.

I placed four bets, all of whom came last or failed to finish. Mama saved the day with a classy choice in the last but one race that left us only a few quid down overall.

Biting cold wind; but all in all, a great day at the races.

Sensational lunch and tea.

Geoff has gone of to the football and i am relaxing with Loo. Looking forward to the huge drive in the early hours of tomorrow!!! Ringing all these places for crip at the mo – he seems to have left it a bit late as they are all booked for that weekend1 Oh well,
see youa l on the morrow,
T

There were four of us. Jacques and I played together first. It was dire. We kept missing the shuttlecock completely, and lurched around the court in a daze. We lost 15-2! I’m sure Tom and Liv, who were electric by comparison, thought their evening was made. Then, midway through the second game, we got out collective eye in and won, just. The third game we won relatively easily. Then, we switched partners and Liv and I trounced Jacques and Tom. Liv was surprisingly good. I got about six winners off the wood of my antique racquet, justifying it as my weapon of choice.

Well, just recovering from a torturous 2 days working for crip. The job as I understod it was s light sopt of painting, and parhaps having to sweep the floor. It turned out to be a mamouth job which we only got done in two days by the skin of our teeth! Crip was an expert at changing the guide lines – ‘just paint that gloss, just cement that hole, just grind those charp edges of, just move that pile of rubbish to the tip’ – and the list go’s on!!! WE got there all ready to paint to find that the floor hadn’t been cleaned. It was coated in years of gunk. Did i mention that the wearhouse was huge? Enormous!!! A never ending expanse of dirty floor with crip gibbering about scrapping by hand and de-oiling. We had a floor scrubber which was the hardest thing to keep unedr control, and i got back and hand ache from it!!! Hand puffed a little bu not too much. Afdter having gone over the whole floor with this scrubber it was covered in filthy water and we began the long task of brushing it out (the main door, like crip instructed). Crip then turns up with this blaster thig he had forgotten stanland had which strupped the floor clean in seconds!!!! It also pushed most of the water out! So we got to work with the blaster after a quick moan about the disorganisation ( Crip and dean the store manager where constantly blaming each other for the absence of painbrushed or brooms!) I was worried about how to get the water of the floor, but crip turned up with these large wiondow scrapper type things which cleaned the floor brilliantly – he procedef to charge across the floor with one crowing about how great it was, and thenbreak it in the first minute, he then left us to it!!!After the floor it was plain sailing and we had the job done in two days. There was one small incident where i did something to the door, and it wouldn’t close so i cut a wire to close it – dean tells me it needed a service anyway!!! Crip did mention a second coat, but seems to be happy with the one so far.
Well, of to granny’s tonight and then we are going to try the motorbike out on the land and then maybe geoff will got o the football with crip. I got a mail mfrom laurence saying she would come the weekend after, but will ring tonight anyway. Cheeripip, T

Chicken curry … rather dry … tough as boot … only fourteen pieces … blah, blah …