Thursday, 19 June 2008

A Day at the Races

It's that time of year again, and bad back or not, I was not going to miss Ascot. We went on the first day, Tuesday, and i'm indoors drove us there to meet our friends - much more sensible than last year - and we arrived on time! The weather held up, sunny with enough breeze to make it pleasant, and I had recycled the hat from last year by adding lots of silk flowers. Rather resembled Eliza Doolittle, but hey, why not? It is summer after all and the sun was shining. The back is still bad, so I had a pair of flat, sparkly sandals tucked away in my handbag just in case the wedges got too much. I know I shouldn't have been wearing heels at all, but they were solid, and actually held up really well until the very end of the day. Then I reverted to being Tasmanian and off they came. The grass felt wonderfully cool on bare feet!
I managed to win a couple of quidlettes on the horses as well, although Frankie Detorri let me down by not coming in the first three - how dare he - but I was still down on the day. I'm not a gambler, the most I ever put on a horse is a pound each way on the National and The Melbourne Cup - but as I was at Ascot, could see the horses and watch the odds, I went mad. Five quid each way - talk about reckless!!!!
Lots of champagne, good food, good company and an easy drive home meant the day went well, and although my back suffered the next morning by being a little stiff, no real harm done!
I'm off for an MRI scan tomorrow so the specialist can see just what I've actually done to myself, then he can decide how to put it right. Keep everything crossed I don't need an op!
We finally managed to get to the garden centre today to sort out bedding plants for all those empty pots and hanging baskets - it's a bit late in the season really, but we had a lovely sunny afternoon, 'im indoors carried anything heavy, swore and went pink around the ears trying to put a sun lounger together and generally made himself useful. Love him. I know how frustrated he's getting with me being off form, but he's trying so hard not to lose it - I can forgive him a bit of a swear-up over the sun lounger - the instructions were in Chinese, and the diagrams were absolutely no help at all.
I am writing this late at night because there's rubbish on the tv, football, football, football and repeat programmes - lovely - there are moths coming through the open window, the cat, Tilly is scratching frantically at the door and it's really my bed time. Tilly by the way is gorgeous, running to greet me every morning the minute she hears me up and about, sitting on my lap when I'm working - which isn't as much fun because she thinks she knows how to touch type - and generally endearing herself to me. Now I realise that cupboard love comes into this, she's being fed, loved and sheltered properly for the first time in her life and wants to keep things that way, but I like to think she likes me just a little, and I'm sure if her purring is anything to go by, she likes me quite a lot!
I'd better go, I'm rambling. Wish me luck for tomorrow. I have my flight booked for Melbourne in August, and I don't want to miss it.

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