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Plus 12 and dry when driving in.

Thunderstorms last night but the rain came too late for I Got Stung to run in the last at Ludlow. The ground was quick, although officially described as good.

Gerard Mentor ran a better race to finish 4th and his summer campaign looks on track, while Behind The Veil struggles with her breathing and sadly her recent wind op has not helped.. She will now be looking for a non-racing home.

Saturday night Hurlerontheditch ran well to finish second.. That was a huge improvement from his recent performance at Bangor when the ground really was far too heavy for him..Hurler will now have summer break.. Nessie Chandler, Warwick’s new Clerk of the Course must have achieved miracles to get the word good to soft in the ground description after such a hot week.. A good job done there/.. Warwick was busy on Saturday.. another Ladies night as was Ludlow yesterday although the thunderstorms last night might have dampened their enthusiasm.

The Bailey wedding was a very happy day/night and to be honest I was not at my best yesterday as a result!

A Bafta for racing.. ITV.. well done

Monday morning and the steam cleaner is flat out trying to sort the top barn out so that we can start painting.. Notice the we??

No runners today.

One day an Irish man named Murphy, who had been stranded on a deserted island for over ten years, saw a speck on the horizon.

Murphy thought to himself, "It's certainly not a ship." As the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out even the possibilities of a small boat or a raft.

Suddenly there strode from the surf a figure clad in a black wet suit. Putting aside the scuba tanks and mask, and zipping down the top of the wet suit, there stood a drop-dead gorgeous woman!
 
She walked up to the stunned Murphy and said, "Tell me, how long has it been since you've had a good cigarette?" "Ten years!" replied the amazed Murphy.

With that, she reached and unzipped a waterproof pocket on the left sleeve of her wet suit and pulled out a fresh package of cigarettes and a lighter. Murphy took a cigarette, slowly lit it, and took a long drag. "Faith and begorrah!" said Murphy.
 
"Ah, that is so good! I'd forgotten how great a smoke can be!"
 
 "And how long has it been since you've had a drop of good Bushmill's Irish Whiskey?" asked the woman. Trembling, Murphy replied, "Ten years!"

 Hearing that, the woman reached over to her right sleeve, unzipped a pocket there and removed a flask and handed it to Murphy. He opened the flask and took a long drink. "'Tis nectar of the gods!" shouted Murphy. " 'Tis truly fantastic!!!"
 
At this point, the gorgeous woman started to slowly unzip the long front of her wet suit, right down the middle.

She looked at the trembling Murphy and asked, "And how long has it been since you've played around?"
 
With tears in his eyes, Murphy fell to his knees and sobbed, "Jesus, Mary & Joseph! Don't tell me that you've got golf clubs in there too!"