This morning my bookie, Simon Scriptner, came by my room, 2B or knock 2B, at the Harbour House to drop off my winnings from the running of last week’s Upsand Downs.
Jackie Odds and his racetrack trout, had proved suspiciously accurate with their tip.
I’d put all my kale on Skullcap to come in by a head and he had.
So this time I took the trout’s advice again and laid some hay on Lotto Lucky to win, Memory Spark to place and Flash Me to show, at this week’s Meadows race.
I figured after I gave Usher Falls, my landlord, his two weeks back lent and my preceptionist, Helen Wheels, her owed pay, I’d still have enough to buy a round for the boys at Banter’s