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28th February 2023
Plus 2 and dry when driving in.
My old doctor (retired) John Disney called in to see me last night.. not sure if it was just my health he was worried about or how empty my cellar is becoming? Either way it was good to see him.
Having pressed the subscribe button for BT Sports to watch the final day of the Second Test I fell asleep when Root was batting.. I thought the game was finely poised but then I awoke to watch Anderson fall .. what a brilliant game ...but we lost by one run..! Who said Test march cricket was boring???
John Stanley has emailed me to say that BT Sport is showing the highlights at 3pm.
We had our usual Tuesday vet visit and this weeks movers and shakers in the BHA handicap charts were Bobhopeornohope down 1 to 141 and The Edgar Wallace down 4 to 124.
John Perriss was over third lot to see his horses with Anthony Flockhart from the Chandlers Arms in Epwell.. we had a rather good supper there before Christmas and a visit to Thorndale was suggested..
Anna Smith from Dodson and Horrell has booked a meeting with me which suggests only one thing...costs going up!
Weights for some of the Cheltenham handicaps are announced later today..two weeks today it all starts off.
Sad to read that Best Mates owner Jim Lewis has died at the age of 88. His racing record will take some beating for a small single owner..Jim was man who loved life..which certainly included football and racing..
This was sent to me...
I've now retired from Spain and bought a nice villa.
Yesterday my daughter emailed me again, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time. "Like sitting around the pool and drinking beer isn't a good thing?", I asked. (Talking about my "doing-something-useful" seems to be her favourite topic of conversation lately.)
She is "only thinking of me," she said and suggested I go down to the senior citizen community centre and hang out with the fellas.
So, I did, and when I got home, I decided to play a prank on her that I learned about from the fellas at the Senior Centre.
So I sent her an email saying that I had joined the Senior Parachute Club.
She replied, "Are you nuts? You're way too old now; you're not going to start jumping out of aeroplanes?"
I sensed she didn't believe me, so I told her I even had a Membership Card and emailed a copy to her. Immediately, she telephoned me and yelled,
"Good grief, Dad, where are your glasses? This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club!" "Oh man, am I in trouble,"
I said, "I signed up for five jumps a week!" The line went dead.