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\o/ The Flat is Back \o/

Perhaps not quite in the *UK, but Ireland’s flat turf season got under way last Sunday; the first race being my favourite kind, a 2yo maiden which was awarded to my pick Whip Rule (10/1) by the Stewards. A win is a win as they say. Then last night Dylan Thomas had his first runner ever: Snowflake Dancer who won very narrowly at Dundalk over 5 furlongs. Today, I can hardly contain myself; not only do we have the Dubai World Cup but also our own Winter Derby at Lingfield.

Now of course, the Dubai card is the one that captures all the interest: will Twice Over manage to win? I hope so. I am more taken up with this horse, Nideeb, who goes in the Winter Derby. Nideeb has to contend with the morning money for the mare Pachattack, and the quality veteran Dansili Dancer. My first ever pin-up was a horse – Black Beauty – this horse is my idea of a very beautiful animal. I will be backing him on that basis alone.

Nideeb at the Rowley Mile

By the by, last night I was getting my gambling eye in for today and had a bit of luck on the all-weather evening meetings at Dundalk and Wolverhampton. Teeth gnashingly, I backed a horse called Wrecking Crew to win in one race, after my sister who comments on here from time to time. The Wrecking Crew was duly beaten into second. I totally missed the very obvious reverse forecast until it was pointed out to me later. The race was won by Barton Bounty, my sister’s full commenting moniker: The Wray Barton Wrecking Crew.

I am certain she will not give a flying fig either way this morning. After having a right rum do with her back recently: bed-bound for days, crutches, tramadol and everything, a very grateful client has purchased her an iPad 2. If only I had invested more wisely last night I could have joined the queue for one too…

(Am now thinking a Twice Over, Cape Blanco reverse forecast might do the trick.)

*We have a 2yo maiden to open @ Kempton this afternoon. My fancy will be the favourite from the Turner yard.

The Kitchen Sink

Whilst I’ve been up to my eyes in it, the washing machine has been silently rebelling; probably for weeks or even months.

I am not a believer in upgrading. Flog it ’til it drops is my motto with any kind of household appliance. Why give money to big companies and encourage them to build in nanosecond obsolence. This stand does not always go down too well. When I had worked to death the 1980s Zanussi washing machine, that was enshrined in the 1970s Schreiber kitchen when we bought the house, there was a then a power tussle about the replacement. In my perfect domestic diva land I would be buying a grand’s worth of black LG that steam cleans clothes without them even leaving the wardrobe (or the floor in my case); back in the real world that kind of expenditure just doesn’t float my boat. I therefore insisted on the most basic of Bosch Classixx because (like Skodas) they never break down. It’s boring but true. A Bosch Exxcel was sent with a digital display. I sent it back. No digital displays thanks, they go wrong. I want dials.

Given my curmudgeonly, and some might say Luddite attitude to white goods, you might think it serves me right that the Bosch has bitten me on the bum, but you would be mistaken. The machine itself is just doing its job. It is the cold water feed that has a leak. I can identify this fact, but I can’t do much about it given my deeply ingrained kinaesthetic ineptitude. I have pulled out the machine to form an on-trend island feature in the middle of the kitchen and torn up the disgusting vinyl (thank you Lord) to let the floor dry out. It would seem from the damp that this has been going on behind my back for quite some time. We have an interesting collection of fungi growing up from the leaky pipe to further support this theory and I also saw a woodlouse.

On the upside I found the sink plug which has been missing for months.

I was having a break from horses today, but then the Nag Me service emailed me to say that the United Arab Emirates container ship Al Farahidi is running in the 5.50 maiden at Lingfield. So I had a look and realised that we’ve got the Winter Derby and another mile and half maiden. I’ve postponed the break.

This is essential housework music (although a musician would need to sit and admire the guitar action) and much better than a picture of a washing machine or kitchen sink plug.