Two years ago yesterday, I was sitting with my mother and younger in the playroom at home, watching the grand national runners trot around the collecting ring.
“That one,” I pointed to a huge bright bay, “that one is going to win.” It circled round again, “Yes, definitely that’s the one.” The horse which I was so adamant about was called Ballabriggs. And sure enough, as beginners luck would have it, Ballabriggs won.
How much did I win? Well therein lies the problem, I hadn’t bet. I hadn’t backed the equine beauty, or any other runner. You can imagine my self-loathing for not doing so – Ballabriggs led the race for almost its entirety.
So from that point forward, I decided to try to make gambling amends and put my money where my mouth was – to bet on Ballabriggs. And it has not gone well. Last year I bet on him to win outright, and he came 6th. This year £10 each way and he pulled up. I don’t like losing and, if it weren’t for the company I had yesterday, then I probably would have been in a rather bad mood. As it was, watching the race on a big screen while tucking in to chocolate coated strawberries and prosecco with friends, put things in perspective – you couldn’t lose in a better setting.
Next year, however, I think I’ll stick to the office sweepstakes.
Lindt chocolate coated strawberries