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Plus 3 and dry when driving in..8 mm of rain here...

This time yesterday Mat was gaily pronouncing the end of rain.. Oh?

Hereford was far softer than expected and very gluey..frankly none of my horses thrived on it.. It was not to be.

I Got Stung simply would not jump out of it. Bare Assets will now not run until it dries up and Samatian who had various commentary differential pronunciations of his name survived his chasing debut and again will wait for better ground.

Looks like Worcester and Stratford later in the year.. god willing?

The journey in and out of Hereford racecourse was tiresome due to road works and flooding, but we all made it both ways.

There was little to brighten the day on the horse front, but then I bumped into my near neighbour, the always immaculately attired Jonjo O’Neil who was struggling with his highly polished shoes..

The sole on his right shoe had flipped and come away from the bottom of his shoe so he was walking around with a black cable tie holding sole and shoe in place.. He was pleading poverty!! I suggested a 'whip' round..

Friday morning and the days started with the prospect of two inspections for tomorrows big race cards at Sandown and Wincanton..Neither racecourse was remotely worried yesterday morning, like Mat.. No rain forecasted!!

There should be no problems at Ludlow today where we have one runner.

Magical Escape runs there and for my thoughts please click here.

A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables, when a voice in the dark said, “Jesus knows you’re here.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze.

He waited a minute but didn’t hear anything else. He figured he must have imagined it, so he shook his head and continued.

Just as he pulled the stereo out to disconnect the wires, he heard it again, clear as a bell: “Jesus is watching you.”

Freaked out, he shone his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice.

Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot.

“Did you say that?” he hissed at the parrot.

“Yep,” the parrot confessed, then squawked, “I’m just trying to warn you that he is watching you.”

The burglar relaxed a little. “Warn me, huh? What’s your name, little guy?”

“Moses,” replied the bird.

“Moses?” the burglar laughed. “What kind of people would name a bird after Moses?”

“The kind of people that would name a Rottweiler after Jesus.”