They say coming off an addiction can be hard, be it drugs, booze or any of the 1,001 other things you could become addicted to.
I haven't been racing for ten days and I am feeling the effects, I am irritable – nothing new there some will say, and am itching to get back to the course.
I am even looking forward to going to Southwell tomorrow and that from someone who isn’t all weather racings greatest advocate.
My last race meeting was at Towcester, a week last Saturday when I came home cold and wet. Those of you who know Towcester will know there is very little shelter when the weather isn’t clement.
The first race of the day would have suited “what happened next” – four fallers at the first and a Foinavonesque event at the ditch in front of the stands that took out all but two contenders. Two of the hampered horses eventually restarted, coming in a good two minutes after the first two.
I wanted to write about the race on my web site, but due to the Fasthosts fiasco I couldn’t. There is enough about the fiasco in earlier posts on this blog.
As a result of trying to get my web site working I had to forgo two race meetings, no wonder my mood is soured!!
Then last Wednesday was the annual shopping trip to France. Visiting the Christmas markets. Eating wonderful French food, ending with a trip to the Hypermarket on the way back.
It’s easy to spot the Brits in the French Hypermarkets, they are the ones who make a bee line for the booze aisles then fill their trolleys up as if prohibition is about to be announced.
I must be an abnormal Brit as my total booze purchasing was two bottles of champagne and a bottle of calvados, all intended as presents. My shopping time was spent in the fresh food aisles, buying wonderful fresh fish (plus half a kilo of giant crevettes to eat on the shuttle coming home), the cheese and cold mead counters, even the vegetable counters. All of which would put any UK supermarket to shame.
If I lived in Kent I would do all my food shopping in France, it would be worth the fare to get there.
Thursday was recovering and getting so angry about my web site still being down, I decided to transfer the site to a new provider.
Friday was getting my site uploaded to the new provider, so racing was off the agenda again. Just as well as it happens with the breaking news from the Old Bailey, but without an up an running website it was also frustrating.
Saturday was going to be racing at Sandown but with the Fallon drugs story breaking it was a day at the keyboard, at least I finally had a working web site.
Yesterday was going to be Warwick races but I woke up feeling like, well feeling like something that is not discussed in polite company. I actually was determined to go, I had the racecard printed off, my race reading sheets were ready. I even put my coat on, convincing myself the fresh air would do me good. As soon as I stepped outside the front door the heavens opened with rain of biblical proportions – someone was telling me something.
So now I cannot wait to get my fix tomorrow. This will be the longest period I have not been racing for ages. I even go racing when I am on holiday for goodness sake.
Now where are my bins? I need a fix.
I haven't been racing for ten days and I am feeling the effects, I am irritable – nothing new there some will say, and am itching to get back to the course.
I am even looking forward to going to Southwell tomorrow and that from someone who isn’t all weather racings greatest advocate.
My last race meeting was at Towcester, a week last Saturday when I came home cold and wet. Those of you who know Towcester will know there is very little shelter when the weather isn’t clement.
The first race of the day would have suited “what happened next” – four fallers at the first and a Foinavonesque event at the ditch in front of the stands that took out all but two contenders. Two of the hampered horses eventually restarted, coming in a good two minutes after the first two.
I wanted to write about the race on my web site, but due to the Fasthosts fiasco I couldn’t. There is enough about the fiasco in earlier posts on this blog.
As a result of trying to get my web site working I had to forgo two race meetings, no wonder my mood is soured!!
Then last Wednesday was the annual shopping trip to France. Visiting the Christmas markets. Eating wonderful French food, ending with a trip to the Hypermarket on the way back.
It’s easy to spot the Brits in the French Hypermarkets, they are the ones who make a bee line for the booze aisles then fill their trolleys up as if prohibition is about to be announced.
I must be an abnormal Brit as my total booze purchasing was two bottles of champagne and a bottle of calvados, all intended as presents. My shopping time was spent in the fresh food aisles, buying wonderful fresh fish (plus half a kilo of giant crevettes to eat on the shuttle coming home), the cheese and cold mead counters, even the vegetable counters. All of which would put any UK supermarket to shame.
If I lived in Kent I would do all my food shopping in France, it would be worth the fare to get there.
Thursday was recovering and getting so angry about my web site still being down, I decided to transfer the site to a new provider.
Friday was getting my site uploaded to the new provider, so racing was off the agenda again. Just as well as it happens with the breaking news from the Old Bailey, but without an up an running website it was also frustrating.
Saturday was going to be racing at Sandown but with the Fallon drugs story breaking it was a day at the keyboard, at least I finally had a working web site.
Yesterday was going to be Warwick races but I woke up feeling like, well feeling like something that is not discussed in polite company. I actually was determined to go, I had the racecard printed off, my race reading sheets were ready. I even put my coat on, convincing myself the fresh air would do me good. As soon as I stepped outside the front door the heavens opened with rain of biblical proportions – someone was telling me something.
So now I cannot wait to get my fix tomorrow. This will be the longest period I have not been racing for ages. I even go racing when I am on holiday for goodness sake.
Now where are my bins? I need a fix.
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