Just another day adrift in space

Or Derby Day as it is sometimes known!

Another birthday passed, a quiet day catching up, a few calls made, and the realisation that I had failed to return the crap new specs. It has been a day where, for whatever reason, discombobulation has set in and left me feeling somehow adrift. Even Kevin Blake’s apparent ownership, bloodstock guidance, assistance, jockey training, feed advice, veterinarian input, farrier guidance, and help standing in for the O’Brien’s family priest passed me by - quite apart from the fact that I couldn’t fancy the Frankel filly Thundering On in a month of Sundays.

Plenty happened, but in another room and dimension sort of thing. The GP called to arrange another face-to-face appointment - never anything important, and when one suggests that a telephone call might well do the trick and save everyone 15 minutes, I feel as though I have slighted the system in some undeen way. “What? You want to save time and money? Why? Because you think it’s yours?”

Since COVID, I have been