A Very Busy Day

 

I started at six thirty with a bowl of Rice Krispies before setting off to Prested Hall for the UK Real Tennis Championships for those with a hindicap of 50 and above. In other words for the worst players.

Sixteen had entered and after two matches I progressed to the semi-finals, which will be held tomorrow.

Took the required energy from crips and Cruchies!

After that I rushed home and then went to Champions Day at Newamrket. I saw three good races, but missed the old warrier, Persian Punch, win the first! I suppose in human years, he must be 40 or 50 and he still keeps winning big races!

I was hungry after all my exertions and wanted to have something to eat! Wouldn't you?

But don't expect Letherby and Christopher to offer anything for anybody other than normal. I could not find any suitable snack. Even the dish of the day was moussaka, which of course had been made with flour.

Once you could get a nice plate of smoked salmon from Barry Cope or a baked potato, but now L & C have seen off all the comptitors, they make sure that everything is too much trouble.

The waiter who I asked about anything without flour, treated me like a leper!

Compare this with a few weeks ago at Ascot. There we had some very nice sea-food in Wheelers.

Just after four it was in the car again and off to Ipswich for the football. More crisps and Crunchies!

At least when I got home, Celia had prepared a very welcoming supper.