SO, THERE I was in the bookies, about to put my house on Shady Daisy in the 3.50 at Sedgefield when a little inner voice said: “No, not the house, just the car.”
Thank goodness I listened, for although I miss our humble Ford Focus now it has gone, it’s certainly not as bad as losing our home and being out on the street, sleeping rough and drinking Buckfast from a brown paper wrapper.
Mrs Ray was furious, of course (Shady Daisy, the capricious minx, has let me down before), and