My sister Geraldine, her friend Theresa and myself headed off to Kilbeggan races. Forecast had said it was going to be a lovely evening. Reality? Dull and overcast with occasional Monsoon showers- typical Irish July weather.
It would take more than that to deter three hardy women.
I was having absolutely no luck when I met the parents of children I used to teach. Their horse was running so I backed it (both ways). It came in second and that was my only winner of the day!
At one stage we were passing by the Weighroom. I had a flashback to OT and had an immediate urge to run in, strip to my black lycra, get weighed and then revel my innermost thought to the panel sitting at the table!!!
Luckily the girls managed to stop me in time!