Daft as a brush

I had one of those great days today where I hardly put a foot wrong. I say hardly as I ripped through the day without any problems and was on for a clean sweep. Got to the last race of the afternoon and just blew it. I felt as daft as a brush. Everything was fine till then, so it was gutting to miss a clean sweep on the day by just one race and then, the final one. Entirely my fault and I was kicking myself for a fair while afterwards.

I soon cheered up as my little girl was singing in the choir at the local Christmas event. So a couple of hours out in the cold soon brought me back to my desk in time to rattle off a few more races at Dundalk and Wolverhampton. I was just thinking how well Dundalk had gone when they said it was the last race of the season. Oh well. Here's hoping for a good day tomorrow, especially now the Fighting Fifth has been switched to Wetherby. It's a very small field though so I am not expecting fireworks.

An 11:40 start tomorrow as well. I usually go to visit my Dad on Saturday as he is very poorly at the moment but I put back my visit, that's dedication for you! Actually there are several reasons including the chance to take my son to football, which is long overdue. So really I am not that obsessed, getting a balance in life is always important.

Whatever you do, I hope you have a good day!